So I Listen

-------So I Listen-------

The cool, morning air lifts between us,

like mist on water

pulling the edge-less and unpronounced

through our lips.

I know no words,

Dear Earth,

that can express my thanks

like silence.

So I listen.

And I breath

deep, wonderful breaths

with you,

As the Autumn

turns

these mountains

red.

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Bring it Outside

-------Bring it Outside-------

Old songs 

taken by fire

are rising now from its ashes.

Come, Dear Heart, 

come to the front steps 

with your sadness and your pain.

Let this lonely world look up and

see in you, the Friend.

Grief alone is violent and loud.

Bring it outside 

and the wind 

will make music through its leaves.

Along some 

   ancient 

      thread

Mother Earth is spinning,

around and around,

turning us golden in the light.

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Visions of Standing Rock

------- Visions of Standing Rock -------

Out beyond this window

a thin red cloud

drifts slowly passed the moon.

Once, 

we too,

lived like that:

Illuminated,

floating,

unbecoming with grace.

But judgement (and conquest) has made 

the spirit heavy,

and now we fight for breath.

This body we hold is water 

and air and earth 

reflecting light.

With it we rise

and become the cloud 

again.

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Climbing Trees

-------Climbing Trees-------

As a child

you would climb trees

with the fierceness and curiosity

of a young bear.

But then someone told you

that the ground was made for people

and those moments of being held

had passed.

The world is filled with ideas, Little Bear.

Do not let this

one

keep you from climbing.

Lift your being

to the height of tall mountains,

and the dawn will touch

that golden light inside you.

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