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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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Erasing the Line

A chalk line is drawn

across ragged asphalt.

Whose side are you on

shouts the schoolyard bully.

As one finger points out

three fingers point back.

We are all to blame,

but none will confess.

Words, words, words,

written, shouted, unspoken, accused,

do little to heal.

Our words, underground currents

of water, control the rise and fall

of tides that were and will be.

But those fingers who point;

Oh how they hold the power,

power to heal, to edify, to unify.

Tears do not soothe

the question of the schoolyard bully

as it taunts my soul.

I dig to the deepest of my native recesses

to the ancestral wisdom beneath

thrown stones and petrified sticks.

The ancient fires slowly burn

 from my toes to my heart.

 The answer quietly quivers

in my throat…Humanity stands upright

as it hits the air, hand extended.

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.

Chance

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Hiding beneath the crushing weight of life,

So fragile you barely existed at times.

But ever so softly the whisper

Of your soul reached the ears of love.

Slowly you unwrinkled a layer at a time.

And when you learned we all die someday

You began to blossom.

To Understand Love

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Before you understand the depth of love

You must be willing to ride the wave,

With salt water tangling your hair

And blinding your vision. You must risk

Crashing upon the shore and living

With sandy grit embedded in your skin.

Before you know love as the lone thing

That keeps the world in focus

You must expose your soul to hatred;

You must see it in the eyes of a rabid man who

Tortures the souls of those unlike himself.

You must hear it in the words spoken

With intent to damage hearts and stomp spirits.

You must push against injustice by shining

As if you are the sun itself.

You must allow the goodness residing deep within to rise

Like an ocean swell moving under wind and wave,

across directions, and miles unknown.

You must be the weeping love who holds

The listless fingers taking his last breath…

Love wipes her tears, takes another breath, and tarries on.

When you become the love of no complaint

You will understand love is not constrained in life or death.

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”

Observation

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The journey is worth

an arduous climb to view

the beauty of life.

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