June 17 2019

“The world pours in on wings of song”

Robert Creeley, ‘Mary’s Fancy’

Listening for the Earth Song

I am a creature

Of the earth, by the earth, for the earth

In union

In unison

With all other creations

Alive on this home.

The whipping glacier waters

Run on either side

Washing the lines

Of duality to the root for

A recycling

In their flow

Redeeming

The true structure of my bones.

The great pine nest upon which I rest

Is embedded with a test,

‘Can you open to embark on a tale of the guardian’s quest?

Can you protest, stand up for your values and attest,

That we cannot stand to lose this beloved wilderness!’

How many trees must be slain from their cores

Stripped from their chords

Connected to the whole forest and more

Only to become what we wipe our ass with

What we print our assets on

For why must we take life to process our minds chatter for?

To enliven the soul that lives within all matter

To invite the essential sensorial connector

And secure the reason I’m here,

Seething to be known, to feel at home, to belong, to be near,

To whats known in my bones,

In the structure of the composite that

I stand before…

Mother Earth,

I’m asking to be let in,

Pleading to walk as her kin,

To be one with her ways and be blessed by her grace,

Always growing to embody her song,

Always changing, transposing, vastly exposing

The complexity and simplicity as

She simply goes on creating life, abundant

Fields, upon whose grass I kneel, I bow

To the song of silence,

The composer beyond ears,

Tuning in to get a peak at

Its marvelous chorus

Sung by a million whispers, and

A trillion beating hearts…

Finding my way to sing as this song.