-------Return-------
Holding you
holding
me
One
we long
to be
Beyond ourselves
into
the Sea
Where I am you
and you
are me
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-------Return-------
Holding you
holding
me
One
we long
to be
Beyond ourselves
into
the Sea
Where I am you
and you
are me
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-------Reparation-------
By any means
necessary
the land will overcome
Any obstacle presented
and the source
presented from
As fire breaths
its life breath
through a forest left alone
In the name of conservation
abandoned,
overgrown
And like it is with healing
one's body, mind
and soul
Repair
is reconnecting
the pieces to the whole.
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-------Gift-------
Years from now
I hope to be
a tree
who has gathered seasons
of light and given
just as much
comfort to those around me
---
May these roots
feed the earth
my branches carry fire
please take this trunk
and build your home
and catch my leaves with children
---
Know that I
am forever yours
and We
are the gift
I've lived for
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-------Forest Green-------
Cedar trees
straight
and tall
Sway in
and slow the wind
Through forests
as green as ferns
unfurling
As moss
and as salal
For here
the songs
are sung in color
With words
that sound like spring
That call
to me
in a deepest way
To forgive, to bend,
to sway.
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-------Flowers-------
Birdsong
is the quiet forest
Vibrating
still
like starlight
On the equinox
- middle spring -
When silence
begins
to flower.
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-------Gathering Gratitude-------
Gathering sap
Is way
to pray
And manifest a giving
Of thanks
for all
The earth provides
For today,
this day,
For living.
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-------Roots-------
Reparation
is re-membering
The root
of being
human
- Hum-ility
hum-us -
One
together
earth.
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-------Imbolc haiku-------
A breeze
on Imbolc
Sunshine
dancing
through beech leaves
Turning
winter spring
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-------Blessed Ewe haiku-------
The death
of this self
Is nourishment
for the spring
Made of, back to
Earth.
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-------Power-------
Conquest
is alive and well
In the mind of men
who hunger
For more and more
beyond their needs
Full
but unsatiated.
For true power
is in the land
In food
that grows up from it
The fruits of love
that feed the soul and hold us
In this fight to free
and to protect
All that is true
and sacred.
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-------Names-------
Pine Ridge Road
Bog Hill
The names we give to places
Can be
a chance
If allowed to be
A prayer
of thanks
When spoken.
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-------Love Work haiku-------