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Poem – The Sky Gave Nothing Away

I stood at the base of a mountain
on a world far from where I thought I was born

and fought the descending wind
gathering snow and ice.

The sky was void of any star
yet shadows moved across fields.

The sky gave nothing away
and kept directions secret.

Crossing snow bridges
and stepping between tall seracs

I moved away from the mountain
into unknown horizons.

Nature – Delicate Relationship

There is something dramatic and something many times larger than us. What surrounds and embraces us with reluctance because we are there within its midst.

The thrill of venturing into unknown and undiscovered lands, into unnamed glaciers, lakes with undisturbed shorelines, trails and elevations unknown to maps, lives within us. I desire to truly experience wilderness, the way the scene unfolded before God’s eyes and the final touch of a masterpiece, with unfettered air breathed when emerging from primitive shelters, built by hand from what the land offered and gave to them. Where does this experience lie in our time? Is there some far away land, hidden under tussocks fed by glacial streams, within a mountain’s shadow? Who or what holds this experience secret, and pristine? Does it even exist anymore? It might remain an elusive chase and game, an experience we live and die by in our dreams, the end game we pour our heart and soul into.

Why do we chase that experience so close to our fingertips, yet the feeling, the tingle, so elusive? What is encoded into our bodies and our DNA?

What is the most pure, and at the same time, most simple experience we as humans, can learn from? It is time spent alone, with your hands as survival tools, sustenance found while roaming the free land, water down the hill at the creek, ripe berries dangling in the morning sun reflecting dew, fallen trees and dried bush to make the evening’s fire.

The cold water lifted from the high-tide runs through the clenched fist. The eastern wind passes through the outstretched arms and fingertips. The ancient trees reach for the sky with entrenched roots that have withstood time, storms, and worse, human intervention. What all of these elements have in common is their resilience and ability to thrive without humans, and the unfortunate consequence of dying at our hands.

Who is to adopt and change in this sometimes toxic relationship?

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Poem – What is a Life?

What is a life
but the experiences
and memories,
the fragments pieced
together as the sentient being.

What is a life
but the place
we fill within
the world we see
and the universe unseen.

“We speak of nature, of the natural world, as if that were something distinct from ourselves and the social world we appear to have made, seldom noticing that we are in nature and never out of it…” – John Haines, “Fables and Distances”

Poem – Border

The border defining a boundary
the line between worlds, realms,
our consciousness
exists only in our minds
a projection of the hardship
we impose, we feel, further
defined and limited
by action or inaction.

The Border

The Border

Quotes – From Inside the Grass Hut

Reading “Inside the Grass Hut” by Ben Connelly, an analysis of Shitou’s “Song of the Grass-Roof Hermitage”.  When we look out a window or sit in a small space, it includes you and the entire world, the entire universe.  What you do in that moment impacts you, the space, and the world, and you yourself are the culmination of all previous choices.

Quotes from the book:

We need to realize that we’re both interdependent ant autonomous, both together and apart. Each moment we have a choice, an opportunity. We can do something helpful, we can do something harmful, we can be completely unaware and operate out of habit. We have this chance to use each moment of choice that we are given to take care of our lives and the world around us. Let’s take this chance together. It is a beautiful way to live.

Perspective

As the wind blows across sand, rocks, and driftwood I marvel at the change within me that I am aware of.

Time has not softened the being, but strengthened through experiences and exposure to a world so scary as a child.

Reaching out beyond the close-knit sphere I sought to understand the blood and tears of others.

Reaching within I sought to understand myself and my place in the world.

What was my purpose here?

A struggle developed to find a balance as fragments continued to stack higher and higher.

The mind seeks continuous interactions, energy, connections to keep the fire burning, but this fire will burn if not controlled, if not kept within a moral framework.

How then to make a difference, to find balance, to not proposer at the expense of others? Through time and experience I had to learn empathy and respect. The silence we hear through chaos and the peace we feel through balance, teaches empathy and respect as the world you see circles around and in the middle a portal opens revealing the threads connecting us to everything and everyone.

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Poem – One

The world is large, sphere-like
and hurtling through space.

Life began in primordial forms
billions of years before

giving the life we have
through complex processes.

At some point in ancient
history of the human species

we merged from the same source
from the same cells and sub-atomic parts.

We are one and in this together.

Poem – Memories

On the cusp
between two worlds

the fine edge we walk
through each day.

One world filled with the
memories we choose to keep.

The other filled with what
we have left behind.

In the current understanding
time is a persistent reference

a way to communicate and exist
within this space.

But memories operate independently
wavering through all space

and the fabric that holds the
grid keeping us from flying off to nowhere.

They exist as energy and continue a journey
we started and they pass back and forth

ignoring conventional laws and mathematics
seeking out and obtaining experiences

from systems and lands we will never see
with our eyes but will return to our minds.

Poem – To No One

I sat down to write what’s consuming
my mind day in and day out.

I thought on the state of the world
the wars, the drought, the famine –

the social and environmental
issues that continue to plague all beings.

I thought about what can we do
I thought about what can I do.

What is the root cause?

I know someone who talks
and preaches about a shift,

the coming end of what we think
we know and what we should know.

Existing or not existing
in that darkness, in that space

of nothing from which words
of proceeding masters are

twisted and malformed into a
new philosophy for a new age.

That age I move away from into
my own space, an inclusive space.

For how can we bring about change
by condemning another’s thoughts

another’s beliefs – peace comes
from understanding and respect

not guilt, shame, or hatred.

Poem – Deconstructed, part 2 (Fracture 52)

glory to the stars white pinpoints.
glory to the sublime dust streaks across the eastern sky.

Haley visits. so too the particles surviving the atmosphere.
and the shower we do not see sprinkled upon barren heads
and barren earth.

murky primordial soup encroaching the shore catches falling bits,
no ripple, no wave, no cause, no affect.

consumed and assimilated, they fall, with time, over time, within time,
without time, or the awareness, through thick liquid matter, settling
and collecting on the obscure muddy bottom.

waiting. silent.

suns rise and fall. meteors come close. volcanoes burst and spew. glaciers appear, advance, and retreat. matter gathers and seeks the light.

and one cell divides.

moist eyes look just above the water’s surface, moving left to right.

right to left, tail snaps fluid movement, left to right along the bank, at the foot
of the dry fountain.

the fountain gravitates and hums, yet no water is seen, nor heard, nor tasted.

the rising sun seeks to uncover, seeks to show. nothing more.

the setting moon dying, muted light, a gift given from the sun.

and with purpose or motivation, feet or wings
appear and a new epoch begins.