This Grief

-------This Grief-------

I long 

for the courage 

to hold this grief.

To lift it 

above the walls 

of my inheritance.

Above the sadness 

which, 

for generations, 

Has grown

unattended 

into shame.

I long 

to listen,

and look 

Into the eyes

of the Great Story 

that is unfolding,

Leaf by leaf

through the cracks 

in the Earth.

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One Love (In Solidarity)

-------One Love (In Solidarity)-------

To those who convey the story

there are no 

surprises.

Conquest has taken 

many forms

across the generations.

Its cold, lonely eyes

always cutting lines

straight ahead through time,

Straight through

people 

and the land.

But, so too

the Warriors 

remain.

The children skipping stones

along the still 

and infinite waters.

We stand here

together

in circles,

In this moment 

with all our relations

reaching outwards

From that one, 

untouchable 

center.

And we speak 

in the language

that is Love,

So that 

everyone

can hear.

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Come into Being

-------Come into Being-------

Moonlit

on the edge 

of Autumn,

I let go my branch and fall

into the emptiness of these

dying hills.

For a thousand feet I wander.

Floating

back and forth,

Between the comforts of 

routine

and the longing to be undone.

Until, once again, I reach the ground. 

Where Winter forgives us all 

of our possession,

And we come 

into being whole,

into earth

And the immeasurable stillness

that holds the light

til Spring.

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The Hours

-------The Hours-------

If we woke with the Sun

and fell with it behind the mountain

would we need the hours?

Time is lost 

only to those 

who fear it changing,

But like a river,

never ending

for those in love.

We have turned

gold

with the seasons

And died

a thousand times

already.

So be

patient,

Little Seed.

Winter is coming

and then

the Spring.

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