On this lush and harsh place of rainforest, jagged rock, and desert I am at home here on this island in the middle of an ocean A place humans first left In search of the ineffable That I feel, see, and find right here On this lush and harsh place of jagged spires, Majestic rocks, these spires A place humans returned to as neighbors Here I dance and hop from one spire to spire One tree to the next right here in the middle of an ocean where my castaway ancestors cast into themselves and made a life on this magnificent rock I leap and twirl I swirl and move and have my being here Life unfurling in my limbs As I leap some more From spire to spire Tree to tree Ah, to live To be a-live Ah, to live To have a life Oh, precious ancestor I dance for you and with you From rock to rock Tree to tree As I dash to my beloved The tree of life Whose lush green embrace I devour with trembling wet lips Whose ashen trunk is twin to my coat I lean deep into the tree in repose a Life into a Life I am the Rock and Tree Dancer Passing on my ancestral bequest Leaping from rock to rock Tree to tree Amazed at the wonder of those creatures Homo sapiens—wise people, eh? Who ravage their own home for profit Who ravage my only place of belonging on this Earth we all call home.
HELIOSPHERE
They say the personal force around each creature on this planet is all woo-woo stuff.There’s no hard science to test and/or prove such an aura exists.It is as bad science as that peddled by the creationists.There’s no God out there, this is it, baby, enjoy it.But have you seen what the James Webb sent homeKnocking…
PLEASE
When words fail me,As they do in this moment at the height of summer,All I have is gratitude:For air, water, fire, earth, and the gravity of it all.May the children know peace. Now.Please.
Is Consciousness Wasted on Us?
In the southern hemisphere of my birth,The sun, as humans like to say, Is going away for the winter.Prepare for the wind and its rigors.In the northern hemisphere of my abode,The birds have returned, feathersFull of warmth, limbs in heat,to say nothing of those beaks full of chatter.I walk in the woods,Agog at a forest…
Varieties of Rigor v. 1
Winter’s exacting rigor slowly/ cedes the stage to spring’s imperative to multiply/ the soul’s meager reserves!Spring hints at its eagerness to take the stage/ showing off its offers/ in baby ducks huddled on snow islands/ on a frozen creek finally in flow/ and, oh, those blushing trees!The Sun and its generosity slowly arrives in these…
In the stillness of this moment
In the stillness of this moment,I am grateful.For the frozen ground, which I called namesAs I slid and landed on my bellyScowling then gurgling with laughterAs the gift of lifeLiterally slapped me in the faceWith frozen ice, and drizzling snow.It is the seasonOf quietude and solitude around here.I learn to wonder and wander in my…
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