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The Great Mystery

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My feet pointing to the ground,

my hands reaching for the sky,

as I came to be, and the old

thoughts traveled with me.

I drifted into dreams,

wrote myself in a song,

and danced into life.

There was no mystery;

it was the way.

I was born living this thread

connecting you and me.

I have not forgotten.

Have you?

I was not born of silence.

My tongue, forbidden to

speak the language of my heart

became twisted, my words obsolete.

Those sacred utterances were buried

beneath the grit and grain of lineage.

I plucked my medicine from

the earth and healed myself.

I carry no gifts. I walk in truth,

the way in which we’ve forgotten.

I’ll tell you my story.

You tell me yours.

We’ll pray, chant, sing, and dance.

I remember.

Do you?

I was born of flint,

forager of food,

and fueler of fire.

I dowsed the land for water.

I dowsed my soul for wisdom.

Both run deep.

I am the caretaker of land and spirit.

I run deep.

I claim what has been denied me.

I claim I AM.

Do you?

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From the Mountain Top

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My assurance sometimes dangled like a tattered leaf,

hanging by a filament and blowing in the wind. Those questions,

such difficult ones I was not experienced to answer, consumed me

as I stumbled over rocks and briar foraging my way

through the dense forests of your childhood. And so

we grew up together, nomads in search of answers to life.

We were not lost souls, merely students who learned

to birth our own sunshine and balance our own truths

between the cardinal’s throat and the space where his song

meets the air of least resistance. Flesh and breath became

promise.  With every candle blown out, this tribe created

from the wisdom within me ushers me into another scarlet

autumn more beautiful than the last.

Desert Flower

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You do not have to know everything.

You do not need to stay up late studying existence

Until your eyes water and your heart bleeds.

You only have to know your soul; to heal the wounded marrow

Of your bones, to sing the song in your heart, and to walk

The journey of a thousand dreams meant for you.

Tell me about life, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile our hearts continue to beat.

Meanwhile the clouds shed tears across the desert,

Crying for the barren, the lonely, and the thirsty.

Meanwhile the tangerine petals of the Mariposa Lily drink

The sacred juice it knows exists to quench its soul.

So you, when you feel unimportant, looked over,

Remember Holy water runs through your veins

And the world is waiting for you to unfurl your petals

Beneath a shining sky.

 

****This was written as an exercise based on Mary Oliver’s poem “Wild Geese”

Love Song

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Wind knocks at my door.

I turn and walk away as

if no one is home.

Our chests beat like drums.

Neither of us know the words,

but we play the tune.

For all we know…

Love fills the soul  one drop at a time. As the vessel swells to capacity, one finds it is never full for it flows like a river, consuming all it touches,  winding as it forgets no one, nourishing the gentle weeds within its path until they bloom. It sings a sweet lullaby of dripping tears and waterfalls as it dances it way back to whence we came. Love never ends; it rebirths time and again, and the trickle of stream becomes a roaring ocean of all that ever was and will be.

Love fills the soul
one drop at a time.
As the vessel swells to capacity,
one finds it is never full 
for it flows like a river,
consuming all it touches,
winding as it forgets no one,
nourishing the gentle weeds
within its path until they bloom.
It sings a sweet lullaby
of dripping tears and waterfalls
as it dances its way back
to whence it came.
Love never ends;
it rebirths time and again,
and the trickle of stream
becomes a roaring ocean
of all that ever was and is to be.

RIP sweet Sherri

School Of Life

Time is a teacher Lessons placed upon the path The student picks to walks

Time is a teacher
Lessons placed upon the path
The student opts to walk

Worth

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The view from above

might be beautiful beyond

the measure of time,

but the journey there

creates personal wisdom

treasured in the heart.

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