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Waterfall

When I was so far from the sea I asked her for her rhythm of water upon rocks She brought me to a roaring waterfall The steady torrent Of unyielding water Over ancient striations of stone Sound thundering in my ears I asked her, where is the rhythm in this overwhelming deluge And she patiently sat with me First, there is the one you know you are seeking So quiet beneath the flowing tumult Notice it softly on the rugged banks How the currents lap against the shale This is the pulsing rhythm of your heart and breath Next, feel the vibration from the ground in your feet So vigorous in its energies See how the nearby leaves tremble on the shuddering tree branches How the plunging water reverberates both in earth and air This is the resonating rhythm of your spirit and your soul Last, come here again over the days, months, and years So much changing for you both Watch how the outpouring surges in the heaving of storms How the flows grow cold and still in the dark of winter This is circular rhythm of your birth, seasons, and death I share all of this, that you might harken to the cycles of all things

When I was so far from the sea
I asked her for her rhythm of water upon rocks
She brought me to a roaring waterfall
The steady torrent

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Creator, Caretaker

For all my love of the wilds
I keep returning to the gardens
Where human hands have touched at nature
With the creative imagination of God

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They don’t think to warn you of the quiet creaking closing of internal doors The slow gathering of mangled twigs catching in the creeks In the places it wants to bend And turn The low smoke plumes that hang listless over the city In still winter nights when the sky has gone stagnant And, of course, what do I know of their wood stoves And fireplaces How to open the flue And clean out the soot When I smell the burning I feel hot spinning winds around me The contrast of the dryness of air stretched against my dewy lips The golden hills rippling with ribbons of licking flames along the curves Wafting swells of gray clouds blustering up into the seething hazes The outstretched limbs of scorched trees splayed open As their leaves catch aglow in their searing ruination I feel the fallen acorn in the ashes As it touches its first green shoot down into the fecund soils Drinking the rare drops Sheltered from the grinding sun Throughout all that changes The stillness and storms I am anchored here underground In and under This is where you will find me

Distance of the Fire Season

They don’t think to warn you of the quiet creaking closing of internal doors
The slow gathering of mangled twigs catching in the creeks
In the places it wants to bend
And turn

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I want to feel myself in the rhythm I want the ocean waves pounding themselves against the glistening rocks Reaching as far as they can out from the waters Like open hands Before falling back to surge again I want the steady wind of passion heaving in my expanding chest My lungs taking in everything Like a fully billowed sail Before sighing out to breathe again I want the firm thumping of birds wings against the the crisp sky Feathers spread wide open over the air Like rays bursting from the sun Before folding back into the body to flap again I want my hot blood to pulse in the throbbing of my heart Flooding through my every vein Like a watershed in a storm Before nourishing my cells to beat again I want the setting sun to plunge into the clouds on the horizon Lighting the atmosphere with a kaleidoscope of hues Like a rainbow bleeding in heaven Before succumbing to the night to rise again I want to feel the birth and death Of the cycles Of the seasons Am I ever so alive As when I’ve tasted life Trusted death And opened into what has yet to become

Rhythm

I want to feel myself in the rhythm
I want the ocean waves pounding themselves against the glistening rocks
Reaching as far as they can out from the waters
Like open hands

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If only we could stay in balance here Teetering on this wind Waving up from hot sandy beaches To the copper leafed hills Rest me here in the coming of autumn As the acorns grow green Strung from the open armed oaks Like verdant dew drops Promising new life At a time when all else dies back to slumber I am dying back, too The leaves of my summers ready to rejoin the earth Crumble and decay in gratitude Returning the life That is promised to return anew This seed takes root in my heart Let it all go Life returns when it’s ready

Equinox

If only we could stay in balance here
Teetering on this wind
Waving up from hot sandy beaches
To the copper leafed hills

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