poems

to integrate the forest

the forest floor
is soft
where no man
has walked
for many
many
years, we

poured
our offerings
there

"arise
arise
arise."

paths, like paint, merge
to create
a new color -- 

the pathless path,
the path of no method, 
no practice, no goal -

the path of healing -

the path of prayer, 
earth & osha -

i don't think i was meant
for one path,
but the few
that color my heart
with awe and meaning

somehow
encompassing all,
walking along
this path

beside the mountain

 hum
until
"you"
disappear

like a psychic
shower,
allow

the story
the relations
the job
the person

to disappear,
and then

hum
again

from
There.

i closed my eyes
before bed
the whole
world
asleep

each sound
sensation
and thought
immediate.

we do not live
in time

time lives in mind

we live eternally
now,
immediate
always
in this moment.

when were we
convinced
of the limited
"i"?

Mothered by the Great Mother, artist unknown

Thank you for reading this edition of Wild Leaf. My family and I have been busy hosting events on our land. I am grateful, humbled, in awe and in love with that which I get to participate in. Like pulling an ancient dream from the cosmic womb, we are laboring, often, to realize these visions. Thank you for your patience and presence. Thank you for your support. Thank you for reading. Many blessings to you and yours~