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Sunsets

I’d forgotten about sunsets,
so caught in the cogs,
the daily slow hour and
  fast headache world.
But Thursday, there were deer
  grazing on the highway shoulder.
Yesterday, the scent of lavendar
  won through the car exhaust.
And tonight, there was a sailor’s
  delight, flush pink sky.
And I remembered sunsets.

12/2007

To Beg the Motion

I stretch ahead, to move forward,
to beg the motion to take me on,
but I know the road is broken.
I stumble on my love,
I stumble on emotion,
I crumble by the shore.
And climb again upon the rocks,
reaching for more.
I stretch ahead, to move forward,
to beg the motion to take me on.
I’m mired in my lifetime,
the ebb and flow of my desire,
the mirrors that forsake me
as I look beyond the door.
I stretch ahead, to move forward,
to beg the motion to take me on,
please let the flow erase me,
rebuild me stronger on.
I know the road is broken,
let me walk the chasms further on.

12/2007, inspired by the instrumental “To Beg the Motion” by
Crystalysis

Journey

Righteousness is not my quest,
boldness not my meat.
Find me here in my own space,
standing on my own square feet.
In upon myself, I listen
to the music in life’s blood’s beat.
Each move I make counts triple,
what came before and what comes after.
I breathe my ghosts in deeply,
to feel my wings pulse faster.
Bend my heart to the journey,
bless my soul with fire.
With the strength of the great wood
in my veins, my spirit never tires.

Voice of a Fallen Tree

You, visitor in my woods,
see me laying on my Mother,
roots to the sky,
and think “dead tree”
or “so sad.”
Let me tell you, you are wrong.
The insects that could not live
in me when my sap ran
have found a home in my dry wood,
weave their trails upon my bark.
Amidst my roots,
covered in clay and dirt,
live lizards, safe and warm.
Though my branches don’t reach as high,
nests are still built upon them.
My leaves that were,
give comfort to the ground,
and the seeds of me have been
sown on the winds
and grow in distant lands.
I serve a purpose
well beyond my supposed death.
When I finally rot and fall apart,
I will be the nurturer
for another’s seeds.
I hope that your bones
will someday be as blessed,
that you understand death
is just a passageway,
and the most mighty
live by their service.

6/2008