A Light Rain

It fell
all over the forest
a light rain.

Quickening moss and fern
back into the world once again.

They begged me
to join with them
in their joyful exuberance.

YES! Without a moment's hesitation.
And the door opened,
birthing me into naked experience,
still wet
from a light rain.

Night’s Ink

Stillness
from my slumber
awakens me.
Awake,
I am free.

I cannot go back
to the dream of me.

Rising I make a cup of tea
for both the Stillness and me.

Together we drink without a word.
For what would I think?

It's enough to sit with Stillness,
deep in night's ink,
sipping tea.

Heart’s Desire

It hangs in the balance
on the razor's edge.

It could go one way or the other,
except we are holding the Beloved's hand.

We have each other,
woven together
into the Great Cloth
that spans the Universe,
pulled at the edges
into the Unknown Universe
that we call Love.

Hold tight
to the Beloved's hand.
Follow Her fall into Love,
for the whole world is at stake.

The Tavern at Tiburon

These nights I stay late in the Tavern
with all the other drunks
drinking your wine.

Leaving out the Tavern door
finding myself in an orgy
with all your heavenly bodies.

Until you dawn upon me,
only then do I rest.

Peas, Carrots and Lentils

Dear One,
You tell me
you miss me at the evening meal.
Your friendship,
it does feed my Heart.

Yet, I can not eat another meal.

I am so full.
Full of sky, lake, tree and Silence.

Silence so nourishing!

Nourishing beyond peas, carrots and lentils.

Scott Miller grew up in Santa Clara, CA. A graduate of San Jose State University, he spent his professional years as a Soil Engineer for Mendocino Country. A lifelong poet, Scott was finally convinced to assemble all the post-its and backs of napkins, receipts, and envelopes into a collection.

In between poetic inspirations, Scott spends his days helping everyone and anyone who needs a hand. He enjoys gardening. creating fire-start kits, sharpening knives at farmers' markets, and spending time with his wife Trudy, and his dogs, Jack and Bocci.