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A Heart in the Woods
A Heart in the Woods
See it?
It is always there
even when darkness
tries to hide its image
See it?
In dawn’s early rising
light seeps into its open
crevices
See it?
A heart
In its center a
towering tree rises from
an earth which holds tenderly
the roots spread like a bed of
laughing dandelions
See it?
Yes, that tree…
It divides one half from another
Oh, but wait
See it?
It does everything BUT divide
See
the bridge?
It is a passage
a journey
looking back at
all the places,
discoveries,
adventures
rolling over
into
a ‘new’ place
where the only thing that
matters is
‘everything’
Everything and yet
nothing
Mind stretched
a self
unraveling from all
it has been told it is
and recognizing
as it slides over this
bridge
who it really ‘is’
for the first time.
Holy Ground
Holy Ground
Was it ‘Holy Ground?’
How could it not be…
every step touching the face of the earth
is ‘Holy.’
Mindful of my footing,
I climbed the mountain
where the peregrines lie.
I looked up momentarily and in front
of me…a cairn nestled
beside a red leafy tree~~~
Could it be a burning bush?
No one said, “Take off your hiking boots—
the ground upon which you stand is Holy.”
Yet,
something within me whispered…
NO WORDS NEEDED.
A presence walked with me
every step of the way~~~
truly holy ground.
The Preacher
The Preacher
Her pulpit
a rock
She perched on a delicate green
blanket of seaweed.
The ocean’s bounty trickles
upon her feet~~~
Her sermon, only
SILENCE
and she prepares for communion.
She waits, and waits, and waits.
Her eyes wide open~~~
her pupils scan for any motion…
Suddenly,
after all the waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
right there ‘bread.’
Her beak pummels through the water
‘broken’
a fish caught in her paired scissors
and blood flows onto her feathers.
Yes, death
A small fish sustains life.
The preacher digests only what is necessary
to ‘fill’ her belly.
As the sun rises,
she seems to bow her head in thanks~~~
In silence she no longer waits, and waits, and waits~~~
She is ‘full’
Poem: One Single Drop
Before any human eye
Beheld or grasped
One single drop
A splash
Cascading circles
Expanding
On going
and then another drop
and another
Nothing contained
Endless transformation
Darkness betwixt
With celestial bodies, galaxies
Explosions of stars
Sprinkling dust
In the grandness of a cosmos
Beyond understanding
Formations of Life abound
Ripples creating endless newness and wonder
Then suddenly breathed into
The soils of time
Uncharted,
The image and likeness
Of the SOURCE itself
Humankind birthed into
A Creation already born
Opening its arms like a mother
Welcoming her child
Into Life…
