Archive for the ‘Education’ Tag

Bridging the Marshlands   8 comments




My slatted path bends left, leans right, falls true, goes wrong, gets tossed by gales and feathers and hugs —  a crazy, crooked, imperfect line, like aimless ivy with nodding leaves, its moving target?  Emphatically me.


Threshold   2 comments


OSU pillars and walkway


Fragrance of rain-bruised azaleas on this side, a row of ripening elms beyond.

A petal drops, the hardy elms wave.  Do I hesitate & wait, it’s still not late, or

hasten through the unkept gate before my boots turn to stone

while I drowse in cozy comfort of what I think I know?

Where’s the gatekeeper? Who will be my ferryman?

Even when stuck on this cusp, I know, of course, they are me.

Zen Garden   2 comments

While sun is still low
Stately stones become pupils
Eclipsing the sage


Posted August 18, 2017 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Scratching the Surface   2 comments

There is a miracle here: that human minds and hearts continue to meet in remote rocky ravines, reaching one another across the grand span of thousands of years. Solid legacy.

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Prayer corridor
Rivers of rock stitch the land
Ancient outpourings

Ivory Tower   Leave a comment

Ivory tower

Here on campus

Reflecting on young spring flocks

Adrift in the field

Posted May 8, 2015 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Higher Learning   Leave a comment

Sighted at eye-level, OSU campus
Willamette Valley, Oregon
Bark Art
Curling Bark 2

I walk to the tree planted by people

For its shade and its flourish near old walls of learning

Where hurries and worries bypass its message:

     Offer your moment, your heart-work of beauty

     Give and live freely, see and be fully. 


Posted November 23, 2014 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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Lessons at My Feet   2 comments

Death Valley Dunes, 2012

Dropped by tides of sky after eons on the mountainside,

Collective spheres of wholeness, perfect pieces of the Greater Sweep telling us why we are here.

Every silver-gold bit of sand, every dune, cloud and whispered heartbeat

A note of finest Melody

Posted August 25, 2014 by pjsisson in Uncategorized

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