Not Too Much

-------Not Too Much-------

The grief we carry

is not too much

for this canyon

or the sea.

For they are made

of tears

from a thousand

generations

And are deeper

than we

could ever

know.

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With the Sun

-------With the Sun-------

Fog rests 

into the valleys

As the Earth exhales

And the mountains 

watch over

Silently

Awaiting our return

with the Sun.

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Return In

-------Return In-------

A seed stirs

in the belly

of the Earth

And with 

the seasons turning

Shares its abundance

into 

this world

A beautiful 

flower

Soon 

to return in

to a dream.

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Silhouettes

-------Silhouettes-------

My absence 

is not departure

but a trusting in

to the space we share.

Beyond these silhouetted hills

there are mountains

and a river 

that runs between them,

Unseen

within the darkness

But heard

on the wind.

What we give transcends our time.

So I plant a seed

and trust

what I do not know.

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Waking

-------Waking-------

Sun shines 

upon

the waking land

And a dream

Held 

by 

Winter

Is re-membered

Leaf by

small green 

leaf

Into Spring.

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Gifts

-------Gifts-------

When I am with gratitude

the mountains rise up 

through rain clouds

And the song 

within me

gifts itself

Joyfully

Back to 

the 

spring.

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Not Transaction

-------Not Transaction-------

Listening 

is not 

transaction

But a tending

to our 

relations.

When I am present

to the beech 

leaves 

Brushing against 

each other

on a wind

The entire forest 

can hear me 

breathing.

Bound together

in this place,

within a moment

Forever.

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