Take a minute to enjoy
loving simple things around you.
Work can wait, let peace employ
all your senses. They’ll astound you
with the sights and sounds and scents
in the lap of nature when it
sets the pace for your events.
Take a minute.
———
2012 Mary Boren
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Secluded in a woodland glade,
the bunnies, fawns and squirrels stir
to mothers’ nudges. Silently,
they stretch their legs and fluff their fur.
The muted hues of dawn exude
seclusion. In a woodland glade,
no raucous horns intrude upon
the day’s impending promenade.
Along the misty river, birds
begin to fill the hush with tune.
Secluded in a woodland glade,
they celebrate til half past noon.
How often in the bustling world
assaulted by the noise we’ve made,
our spirits yearn for reverie,
secluded in a woodland glade.
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2011 Mary Boren
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I’ve jettisoned the nonessential stuff
(to wit: excessive bulk, possessions, pounds,
illusions, fears and attitudes). We’ll fluff
our chosen nest with gentle scents and sounds
in harmony with nature’s pulse. The hand
that shelters, guides and nurtures us compels
a smaller set of footprints on the land
in honor of the place where Spirit dwells.
Let frozen assets metamorph to slush.
Simplicity’s the message driven home
as, underneath the transitory rush,
life’s acquisitions dissipate like foam.
When living in a thirty foot RV,
the only things worth noticing come free.
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2004 Mary Boren
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It isn’t on the map; it can’t be found
with compass, reached on foot, by plane or car.
It isn’t ruled by force; it isn’t bound
by walls. The vision opens where you are.
Irenica, the unpolluted land
beyond the dream is calling day and night,
“Come home, beloved child. The distance spanned
is Nothing. I’m within you — seek The Light.”
Her beacon gently whispers of a choice
to live where neither greed nor fears hold sway
as love unmasks confusion, stills the voice
of hatred. Sisters, brothers, it’s The Way.
A consciousness surpassing one alone
exists beyond the realm of flesh and bone.
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2007 Mary Boren
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On the river, life is sweet;
love abounds and time’s a trickle.
Occupants of one petite
recreational vehicle—
newlyweds and puppy, Ted—
treasure days and nights together;
share a table, porch and bed
by the river.
In the morning, songbirds call,
eagles soar, and squirrels scurry.
“Easy,” says the waterfall:
“All is well, no need to hurry.
Here beneath the cottonwood,
touch the realm that knows forever.”
Peace of mind is understood
on the river.
On a lazy afternoon
from a hammock swayed by breezes,
our extended honeymoon
sets the schedule. If it pleases,
go canoeing from the park,
laughing, feeling not so clever
overturned at ten ’til dark
in the river.
After supper, by the fire,
ears attuned to night so thick it’s
teeming with the heart’s desire,
hooting owl and chirping crickets
underscore the dreamy mood.
Loving is a shared endeavor,
with a prayer of gratitude
for the river.
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2006 Mary Boren
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Because of what you do for me,
I’m looking at the mystery
of life and death through cloudless eyes
as waves of gratitude arise
like billows on the sea.
Though once a hollow absentee,
because of what you do for me,
now present and accounted for,
I stand upon an endless shore,
connected to the tide.
All cares are jettisoned aside
to follow you, my friend and guide.
Because of what you do for me,
ineffable serenity
dislodges groundless doubt.
A transformation comes about
as miracles are measured out
with love in limitless degree
because of what you do. For me
the difference is clear.
And should the shadows reappear,
you’re here to help me face down fear
and lead me home again. My flaws
are minimized to size because
of what you do for me.
———
2011 Mary Boren
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