when the questing soul
knows peace and the
heart is stilled in autumnal grace
the once silent voice
will rise and sing its song
from the core of its essence
resonating from the node
that is the center of nuance
vibrating at fingertip
sounding its song between strings
in the rustic grace
that is yours alone
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Oath
Oath
touch gently
speak softly
hold closely
know silence
seek solace
find peace
in the
rhythm of
ordinary things
show kindness
give generously
live freely
love openly
live among
those you
know and
seek what
defines you
know truth
despise lies
be supple
as grass
rough as
bark stand
sturdy tall
and strong
find humor
in serious
things and
joy in
simple things
know humility
act sincerely
speak truthfully
and kindly
accept what
you do
not know
behold mystery
unfold at
fingertip in
the stilled
motion of
light on
cusp of
incoming evening
touch gently
speak softly
hold closely
know silence
seek solace
find peace
in the
rhythm of
ordinary things
show kindness
give generously
live freely
love openly
live among
those you
know and
seek what
defines you
know truth
despise lies
be supple
as grass
rough as
bark stand
sturdy tall
and strong
find humor
in serious
things and
joy in
simple things
know humility
act sincerely
speak truthfully
and kindly
accept what
you do
not know
behold mystery
unfold at
fingertip in
the stilled
motion of
light on
cusp of
incoming evening
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Invocation II
when I reach
you’re hand clasps mine
guiding us
through night
into light
let time
not steal
numbers from
our days
but be generous
and extend
our stay
you’re hand clasps mine
guiding us
through night
into light
let time
not steal
numbers from
our days
but be generous
and extend
our stay
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
None In One
I look
but do not see
reach but
cannot touch
eat but
do not taste
move but
remain in place
pull together but
nothing joins
speak but
no one listens
listen but
hear silence
I am form
without definition
I embrace
one part of nothing
what is
will not last
what comes is
yet to be
I am at one
with shifting wind
blowing dry leaves
over barren soil
I have become
none in one
whom I do
not know
but do not see
reach but
cannot touch
eat but
do not taste
move but
remain in place
pull together but
nothing joins
speak but
no one listens
listen but
hear silence
I am form
without definition
I embrace
one part of nothing
what is
will not last
what comes is
yet to be
I am at one
with shifting wind
blowing dry leaves
over barren soil
I have become
none in one
whom I do
not know
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Silent Presence
wherever I look
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
I see your image
in the flower
at dusk embedded
clouds resting above
an orange horizon
when I listen
your voice speaks
in the wind
summoning me home
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Her End
now all’s well
complete whole and
in its place
but often I
wonder how all
of it went
through the gradual
descent alone and
without warning of
what might come
at moment least
suspected with her
alone with the
sound slowly released
from her breath
complete whole and
in its place
but often I
wonder how all
of it went
through the gradual
descent alone and
without warning of
what might come
at moment least
suspected with her
alone with the
sound slowly released
from her breath
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Encomium
you are to me
what yesterday was
to today before
tomorrow has a name
you move through me
without touching
being without speaking
as silence is to song
in words sung from
the one who makes me sing
David Sermersheim
what yesterday was
to today before
tomorrow has a name
you move through me
without touching
being without speaking
as silence is to song
in words sung from
the one who makes me sing
David Sermersheim
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