Tree House – A Poem by Lydia Nitya Griffith

Tree House by Lydia Nitya Griffith   There was a path, a trail really What is the difference between one or the other Except to say it was a way from the lawn Into the woods. That trail was moss covered and framed by briars and weeds Which are just grasses misinformed...

Spring Poems

A sampling of some of the poems being published in the upcoming Musings from the Mat; Inspirations and Poems by Lydia Nitya Griffith. Seeds and Dreams   Under the filling moon I saw them, The first sprouts rising up, misted and sparkling like gems. What grows in this...

A Dharma Tale: The Onion

A Dharma Tale: The Onion A young man had a small garden behind his cottage. He had enjoyed the bounty of his garden for many years. One day a terrible storm rolled in over the mountains and brought torrential rains to his valley. All of his garden was washed into the...

Breath – a poem

Breath, inhaled runs like ice through my veins Breath, a cloud wordless hovering outside my mouth Breath, prana, life force, we collectively are one Breath Each day a new sun, each sky blooms with stars and clouds, each night a new moon Each day a blessing – Each...

On a Rainy Day

On a rainy day like today I feel called from my desk to sit in my rocking chair, the same rocking chair my mother rocked me in in when I was an infant, and sit looking out into the gray fuzzy morning. I’d cradle my warm cup of tea, tea that a friend gave me, and each...