You can see me in two rivers As they dance into each other Becoming one again My touch is found At your edges in a dream When you are slipping into water You can hear me in a flower Turning towards the morning sun To speak a voice outside of time My taste lives inContinue reading “Call My Name”
A calendar can be many things. It can tell me when to go to school, when to eat dinner, when to go to school, and a myriad of other mundane things. There is value in all of those things, but they are not the only things a calendar can do. A calendar can also beContinue reading “Sailing by the Stars”
I live in a literate culture. Now, even more than ever, communication takes place through the 2-dimensional mediums of text and image. Video chat has taken the place of face-to-face meetings in many contexts, texting has replaced hours of phone calls and I have comment threads instead of conversations with several people at once. IContinue reading “What do you honor by your presence?”
One I know what it is to be broken Two Body parts packaged Three Claimed by Medicine Four That I would not Five Move ankle, neck, wrist or knee Six Again like I used to Seven Every movement in pain Eight Memories of what is no longer Nine These numbers are distracting Ten Can’t IContinue reading “Counting and learning”
A circle made By learning feet Above the roots As walnuts fall Left unused As ashes rain A sky of orange A plume of smoke Calling friends Are you OK? My people safe Their towns in flames I breathe in A piece of place Something sacred Made by fire From trees I loved Animals IContinue reading “Around The Tree”
A flower is what comes up from the earth and makes new things burst into now from the past so that the future can come to be.
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As we speak We shape the world Breathing out Our stories As we see We are the mirror Looking at Our faces As we love We make it so Working at Our lives A story is A thing alive Twisting snakes At work A river flows New banks are cut Moving on With mud NotContinue reading “A Tale In The Mouth”
I know That death Will come One day Right now There are New leaves to grow This dawn The sun Will hold My skin Today I am A green Delight
Underneath Where things go to hide A ball of roots A piece of salt A fish can swim Before time There was something else A field of mud A long dark space A place that grows After time Nothing quite like rest A family A meeting ground A state within Extinction Not the end, notContinue reading “The Swamp of All Things Gone”