I dance For my feet shall sing And move me along with the notes, Toeing the soil our mother holds me And the tree who has always reached for me Since I saw her Seems to also hold the stars in her hands. I move Without music playing all I can hear Are drums relegatingContinue reading “Drum Waltz”
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Beauty in the Darkness
Pushing the benches into a circle, her path to the center from the West, she walked East to sit among us, no higher no lower we were all living beings Equals with stories to tell, as she asked from us, pulling them with a gentle song in her voice. Red Cardinal woman burned sage inContinue reading “Beauty in the Darkness”
Greedy
Fixated I’ve thought of this moment for far too long to let it end too quickly Imagining the soft curve of your hip, sliding down from your waist in Burgundy trickles I want waves I need to score you deeply, read your bones from outside your skin Taste the muscles that move you, melt onContinue reading “Greedy”
Only My Eyes
The edge of you Brushed my skin so lightly It bowled me over Hair spinning a torrent a tumbleweed Wild as the gusts that roll it And just as prickly You gave me goosebumps I wasn’t ready for And whirling to catch my breath Dry eyes dusty white I stood in place rooted, Cuts stillContinue reading “Only My Eyes”
When I Am Among the Trees
When I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness.I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the worldbut walkContinue reading “When I Am Among the Trees”
Ocean
Just was watching an episode of 1883 and reached a part (no spoilers) of a character dying when they shouldn’t. In grief, their partner sat beside their grave with a gun in their hand, wishing to join them. Then came the captain of the wagon train and he said something I likely will never forget:Continue reading “Ocean”
Quiet
I treasure these days accompanied by silence When everything is breathing, The walls holding a sacred quiet So loud my ears ring. When I can put aside the thoughts for others Feed them, entertain them, talk with them, bring them out of themselves. Only I exist in a selfish security One not breached My fortressContinue reading “Quiet”
Made of Love
I often have said this over the years, that I’m Made of Love. One so all-encompassing I couldn’t wish harm on anyone, it’s just not something that ever springs to mind. Like my son, I am empathy on two stuttering feet, absorbing the air around me and everything in it. I radiate love outward, patience,Continue reading “Made of Love”
Constellation
I took myself to the woods. To see horizons that ate up the sky, to curl up in crevices crowded with dark leaves whispering in the winds. I took myself to the woods to hear no roads anymore, to see nothing of mankind, to press my ears to the hollow shells of trees. To snakeContinue reading “Constellation”
Turning wood
I’ve been taken on as apprentice in a local woodshop, learning woodturning, shaping gorgeous bowls and cups and goblets from raw harvested wood. Even in the hot summer in an un-cooled garage shop in Texas this is quickly growing on me. I truly wish I didn’t have a full time job that kept me awayContinue reading “Turning wood”
A Burd in Flight 