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To Mary Oliver


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WORDS

The wind and trees

Stones, and rivers.

A silent path through

woods and meadow green

Snow speaking to your

tongue

~

Words gathered on that breeze,

In the whisper of the river over rock

In the song of the birds

  on the oak and pine

On the snowflakes yearning

~

They gathered in, the

cumulous clouds

On the burst of Spring rain

In the fickle want of

nature’s gathering

~

They  found you,

open and willing

A creature tuned in to

How a fence knows a crow

How leaves know their autumn’

How a coat wears the wind

How a murmur rides a wave

How moss invites nakedness

~

Words found you

In roots and crust of bark

In the swirl of grass caught

with the wind

On the tongue of the butterfly

In the coupling of Sun to Earth

In the face of the shimmering Moon

~

There was no where Mother Nature

   did not hold you as a sacred being

Held in her loving caress

You honored the gifts and rages of

Her giving.

She told you everything

Held back nothing

She cradled you in her arms chanting

And you spoke her wisdom

~

Thank you Mary Oliver.

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FULL MOON PATH


Full Moon last night… Gorgeous rising up over the lake, laying the glittered beam right up my body. If I could only walk it to the stars.  One Day.

It was more than a walk on water

To walk that full moon beam on up

A Path of sparkle to the heavens

 

A shimmering strip of light

A beacon of grace at the shore

Touches my toes in want of me

 

I feel the drench of light enter

Slow like a good lovers urging

Into the magic of this hungry light

 

Raises me up to the Celestial slowly

So I can feel every cell of me open wide

To the vast swell of energy quickening

 

Ready to spill my starry night’s fervor

As I give myself the quivering beam

Shimmering before me calling me home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE REPORT…day 4


 

Most of it is cryptic

Those reports.  those reports

That tell you what it all means

What does it all mean anyway?

 

It reads good like some good reads do

Then along the way it doesn’t

Cause some places in those lungs

Breathe all wrong, all wrong

 

Somebody knows what it all means

I want to know what it all means

Those reports.  those reports

That speak to where it eats away at you

 

It would be good if a hug could squeeze it out

Squeeze it right out of your body

If hugs could do that we’d all be hugging crazy

Loving up on each other all over the place

 

Hugs aren’t cryptic

They report care and love

I know what they mean

If I can’t squeeze it out of you

I’ll squeeze love and goodness

into you .. all over you…

 

 

 

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