Go There

-------Go There-------

A thousand 

years 

of violence

Have passed down

and settled 

inside this body.

Avoiding this can be distracting,

but is not 

a cure for pain.

To heal

I must

go there,

Reckon with those 

of my 

descent

Be they victim 

or 

violator

And convey light

into that 

darkness.

For what is untended

cannot

be mended

And silence

keeps safe

the hurt.

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Room to Grow

-------Room to Grow-------

Forgiveness is not forgetting

But a graceful making

of room 

to grow.

So please 

weed with compassion, 

Dear Heart.

Cultivate that

which

serves you

But let go

kindly

of what does not.

For every plant

as every part 

of us

Is a gift from the Creator.

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Breath of Spring

-------Breath of Spring-------

On the farewell edge

of a storm 

unrolling

Grey skies re-

form 

into clouds

And darkness 

pulls 

back 

To the sun

there

forever shining.

With patience

trust,

as the Heron trusts

Their wings

on the breath

of Spring,

That knowing well

the fears

we carry

Will help us

to let them

go.

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Green Leaves

-------Green Leaves-------

Springtime 

reminds me

that death

is not an ending

But a giving 

forward

of the light we each

have gathered.

All around

small 

green leaves 

are rising

Up

from those who gave

themselves

to Autumn.

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Unstoppable

-------Unstoppable-------

Change is slow

As is

with revolution

The Earth around the Sun

The People

up through empire

Slow but unstoppable

Not unlike the 

Spring

Or the flowers that rise

From 

an open mind.

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All We Are

-------All We Are-------

Supremacy implies duality

and this

the breaking of a law.

To put up walls around another

is to put words 

in Gods mouth.

For the Stars

see us

all as one

And the Stars

make Us all 

We are.

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Children’s Songs

-------Children’s Songs-------

Listen.

The songbirds are calling,

the peepers peeping

and from out the darkness

a golden seed emerges.

There is beauty to behold 

inside anything 

that is changing.

And attention 

is a cracking of the shell.

We are not alone

nor lost,

though told we might become

if the world were to let the Earth back in.

But Mama loves,

and reminds us with the children's songs

that everything we could ever need,

is already here

before us.

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