more than half way through this inner pilgrimage that has been frame within the outer world. Lots going on out there. 2012 has roared into my life. I give gratitude to my loved ones, to the breath of me, the heart of me, to this land that evolves wildly and silently, to laughter and grace. I am grateful. What are you grateful for?
THE HEART IS A BURIAL GROUND
I wonder where I’ll lay him when his time comes
In the soil of me, the rich dark loom of my heart
There is place next to others that have gone before him
In the Hail Mary of my losses of those closely
Dearly departed from pulse and breath
There’s no vault or crypt inside my land for burial
Fertile open territory is within this landscape
Of heart and soul, breath and life force
It’s watered with my blood and the tracks of tears
Not all yet shed if ever I let that sea roll over me
I’ve buried many here without thinking of space
Spacious is an open heart fed with loving
Infinite in it’s giving and receiving
Bearing the losses in variable heart beats
Composting Love to fertilize the path of life
I imagine him buried next to my mother
a few inches from my father’s yearning gaze
Maybe nestled in my heart, this father and son
Will heal this life’s bitter wound in deaths cradle
Rocked safely in the rich loom of my heart
