It's All Been Done

-------It’s All Been Done-------

The same few words have been shared by every poet,

   in the field of the Commons where they were first sown,

today we gather,

   today we make bread,

from their ground and leavened seeds.

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Held and Home Again

-------Held and Home Again-------

We are held in place by the ever-moving, and

called to live by the promise of death.

There are prophets here who do not shout doctrine

nor look to the sky to answer their disease.

But who, when the willows start toward yellow,

with Spring anticipate the scythe.

We are held

by what we hold in our hands.

Our ethics born not of convention

but of duty,

to love in the old ways,

what has called to flower.

From seed to straw and home again

by the prayer of a steady swing.

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Poems in Your Eyes

-------Poems in Your Eyes-------

Say little, and everything you say will be heard.

Say it from the place that is honest, and everything you cannot say will be understood.

There is so much we could know,

so much we can do and say.

For we are 

Great.

But in our ultimate greatness we are humble;

shy almost behind a leg of the Mystic -

Not wanting to go too far out into the world

before knowing better the world just before us.

We have said it all

already.

Its purpose distilled 

into silence.

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The Sound of Spring

-------The Sound of Spring-------

Goodnight, 

my love.

Take this hollow reed 

and play it for the god 

behind your eyes.

For this world holds nothing more holy 

than what we hold already within.

Within dreams

rests the memory to its pure beginnings,

of the quiet that bore this Spring 

and for us this night to dance.

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Heaven on Earth

-------Heaven on Earth-------

When I can love you with the grace that bird-wings share upon the wind

I will know what it's like to fly.

For now, I can only gather feathers and search the streams for bones

to remember how.

Everyday

I gather less and I put back more.

And when I am left with nothing

I will be right where I began -

Free to fly

and 

completely in love.

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Letting Go Will Let Things Grow

-------Letting Go Will Let Things Grow-------

Natural Farming 

 is an ode to the integrity 

of the human being.

Its success is measured 

 not by the output of the farmer but 

through the purification of their intellect.

The only knowledge necessary then

 for a good life 

is the comprehension of necessity - 

as all else fuels our passions 

 like tinder to a fire 

we are warm enough without.

Integrity is the truth of character,

 an heirloom of righteousness planted among the simple, daily tasks of an honest living,

and the muse of our very nature 

       guiding us back toward the fields.

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Good Night, My Love

-------Good Night, My Love-------

Tonight,

I should let

the Moon

do all

the

talking...

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