Sunday, September 29, 2019

I Stand


I stand on the path.
I stand on the path and notice the land beneath me.
I stand and become aware of the earth that bears my weight and  
I stand and watch how my boots dig deep and leave their mark.
I stand and bear witness to the multitude who have walked before and
I stand and feel how hardened this earth, this patch of land has become. I stand.

What is my right
to tread on this land, this home
to beings of millenniums past: the ants,
the spiders and centipedes; the bears, the deer,
the squirrels and birds. What is my right
to the land on which I stride
where mushrooms and moss, tree and flower
have spread their roots and sown their seeds? 
What is my right?

I stand in stillness.
I stand and listen.

I want to know.
I want you to tell me, dear Earth,
how is it for you?
How do you stand
for trespasses of boots and shoes of
hardened soles? Of woven stories and causes told
of rights and passages, discoveries and conquest,
of who owns what and what flag to fly, of
fences and walls and mines and roads and
growth, of course, by all means
growth. How is it
for you?

In silence I stand.
In silence I wait.
In silence I listen.

And the earth says
take off your shoes.

I stand, bare feet
upon the earth naked
my soul embraced.





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Sunday, September 22, 2019

September Rain




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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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