Sunday, September 15, 2019

The Moment



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Sunday, September 8, 2019

Witness

I hit a bird today driving too fast down a vacant road to somewhere I need to go when I hit a bird flying while driving but didn’t slow down until I did and turned back but how could I find the bird flying I hit while driving somewhere too fast on a road too empty and full with bush and grass while I am too full and empty on how to make amends to a bird I cannot find when driving somewhere I need to go and time is flying along the road where there is no bird and lots of bush and grass and full and empty thoughts of what to do to move to run to fix to


be.

I drive.
I breathe.
I breathe again.
I breathe deeper.
I stop.

Light and Shadow
move through me.

I dream of flying
soaring with Raven the sky beyond
beyond the sorrow
beyond the darkness beyond
me. But Raven says no, go back
witness what cannot be undone.

I dream of sleeping
lying on Moss, water soft
and green with morning
adrift in search for redempion
and the freedom beyond
me. But Moss says no, wake up
witness what is done.

Shadow and Light
move through me.

I dream of Rock and the trance
dissolves. Stillness wakes my heart.
I step inside and see
the bird, the bugs
dead on my windshield
the grass crushed
under my tires.

I stop. I breathe.
I bear witness.


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Thursday, August 29, 2019

Life Blood


It is within Rock
the life blood beats
a rhythm
that only the heart
can hear.

Listen. Be
still. This is where it begins.




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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Earth




I walk on an interwoven fabric
of Rock and Root
Feather and Bone
and
                                                               
Blood.
My blood.






The cut on my finger bleeds; it bleeds a lot. I cannot
find a bandage and blood is everywhere. It drips
on my bare legs, my pack and on the ground
littered with Arbutus skin and leaves

Arbutus blood, my blood, co-mingling
with all that came before:
the worm, the bird,
the cougar, the
human.  Me.
The top

of the apex in this blood-letting land: hikers, hunters, loggers and soldiers: hewers of wood, drawers of water, consumers and usurers, the na├»ve and the cunning, eliminating, throwing away or killing what doesn’t belong in our pyramid of beliefs, a philosophy of conquest and winning.

Survival.
At all costs.

This classic conflicts of man versus nature and man versus man runs through me but the narrative has changed.

I bleed.
I bleed on Self.


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