I don’t want to neglect you, Mother; I want to revere you, Brother. Sing this song of sadness That’s rising in my soul. The violence has gone on too long — Where’s it coming from? We say it’s too hard; We say we’re not strong; […]
My battered, broken body
Cast upon the dirt.
Side-by-side green shoots spring up;
Ants busily move their young;
A seed-shaped beetle plods onwards.
Earth receives all, transforms all, gives life to all.
With effortless unity
A million tiny lives entwine,
All encompassed in the great dance.
You ask me to take my knife
And cut a line in the soil
To separate this from that,
Ant from flower, man from tree—
But it cannot be done.
With inconceivable subtlety
The web of life weaves on;
Not even a speck is left out.
Everything has its time and its place.
The chattering mind falls silent
And is humbled.
Twisting tendrils creep through space; Unfolding, unwinding into grace. A gentle murmur, then bucks and curls; The lace-like mist in sunlight unfurls. The resonant silence holds its spell; A patient waiting that knows me well. In fleeting moments a melody sounds — The beckoning call […]
Chattering thrum of insect song
As solstice day draws to dusk.
A heartfelt sorrow leaves its trace —
Bitter musk upon the face;
Stomach yearns for sweeter tastes.
And I have shared in fullness too —
A happiness no more waiting
For the next day’s making;
A hearty laugh for vain failed schemes
Which ever were such ephemeral dreams.
I have been pondering for some time the question of what nature connection really is and whether being in a specific place is necessary to “do it”. Whilst a vibrant wilderness is undoubtedly the most supportive place to get in touch with the natural world, […]
I go into the forest,
Hands contorting, yearning for the sky;
Body writhing, tongue twisting.
Like a lost child or a forlorn lover
I ask the trees and the dirt and the musky brown earth,
“How can I be with you?
How can I stay with you?”
I kneel in longing and prayer for some time
The burning in my chest —
Longing for an answer.
And I wonder if today is not the day.
Then a moment of tender intimacy strikes
And the wind whispers in my ear,
“I am here for you, in you,
In so many ways!
I support you wherever you go,
From cradle to grave, throughout your days!”
Seeking the Beloved, I am found.
It is not we who must reach out and touch God,
But surrendering in grace, we fall in trust
Into the embrace of the limitless ground.