In the dark of the new moon
in the wilderness alone
wandering up the hill
The gurgling sound of creek
drew near in the silent seeking heart
as open as eyes wide
calling, “Guide me” in whispered voice
so quiet — the thoughts could barely hear the plea…
Here, now, stop and listen
In this moment, it is perfect
Preface:
One full turning
of a life, of the year,
of the month, the week
One full turning
each moment
Spirals within spirals
In and out again
’round and ’round
Love expresses
in all its aspects
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Mother, teach me
of the grace, the exquisite
turning of the seasons
This morning I awoke
upon a sky full of diamonds
nestled in mists
and chilled cheeks and toes
Muddy greetings through foggy breath
shivering spined awake
Teach me to remember
my connection to the path
Raven squawked
and ruffled her tail
contemplating loudly
walking the land
a lady in wait
Feathers so dark and somber
even as she strutted
with life and wisdom
Darkness imploded
and struck accord
Re-emerged the birth
of light
Telling the story
with a bit of a flair
selling the concept
with every little detail
The theme builds ridges
grooves in my mind
till I think one directional
one perspective all the time
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Rattling cages, shaking the story
Dancing on housetops
A different view from above
Opening his heart
with love for life
and the world,
little meadowlark sang
joyously
greeting the brand new day
