Too old to rush to judgement
Their quiet stillness speaks of unimaginable wisdom.
When you walk among them you are walking on them and in them and below them, your energy grounding in their elderly wisdom.
Open your palm to them and share a piece of peace.
Let their stillness cool your internal waters.
You are safe here with these giants, for you will only find them where you also find life and water.
Take time to learn how to meet your own needs.
What you learn from them is a place you can go again if you are still enough.
The life below you has the suppleness of thousands of years of work, gently aerated like an ancient sponge.
With each step you squeeze air out and compact away a decade of work, yet it still feels open and airy on the most trodden paths, almost drumming with each step.
Imagine what lush powdery ground must lay beyond your vision.
The birds must sink into it like quicksand.
It begins with a fountain of atoms being sucked up a long straw by the original maglev.
It's fed through a web of fungus permeating the tree's feet.
The tree pays them off with sugar taken from the sky and dropped to the floor like sediment in a glass of water.
To cool off the trees sweat out Hs and Os and when the leaf is no longer of benefit they litter it to the ground to feed back into their fungal web and maglev cycle.
We could learn so much from their simple loop.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Stolen
They were kidnapped from their homes in the name of religion and brought against their wills to a hot foreign desert.
They were living a peaceful life in the forest, relaxing all day by the riverside. Their home was a perfect fit for them and gave them everything they needed. It seemed like a thousand years could pass by without any illness in their family.
They loved to drink. They are a large race, but it's still hard to believe how they can drink.
In this new land the desert heat made them perspire heavily. But when they got thirsty and reached out to find more water, they found their feet bound in cement shoes. What's more, in their home they used to have neighbors with whom they traded sugar for drinks and food, but this new land was sterile and dead and they had no such friends.
Finally, when the sun and heat had burned them into ugliness, their religious owners called a doctor. But it was too late. They should have never been brought to the desert.
Before they were even dead the next generation had been taken from their homes and brought to the chapel as replacements.
The doctor tried to convince the minister that this giant race should be left in their homes to thrive. He explained that they aren't made for the desert, particularly if they have no friends to share with and their feet are in cement boxes.
But the minister was blinded by religion. He said it was those trees who gave a famous architect his inspiration for their chapel and it was those giants that he was going to have for his collection.
The doctor left and the staff prepared the graves for the young trees and hastily planted them as replacements for their elders.
They were living a peaceful life in the forest, relaxing all day by the riverside. Their home was a perfect fit for them and gave them everything they needed. It seemed like a thousand years could pass by without any illness in their family.
They loved to drink. They are a large race, but it's still hard to believe how they can drink.
In this new land the desert heat made them perspire heavily. But when they got thirsty and reached out to find more water, they found their feet bound in cement shoes. What's more, in their home they used to have neighbors with whom they traded sugar for drinks and food, but this new land was sterile and dead and they had no such friends.
Finally, when the sun and heat had burned them into ugliness, their religious owners called a doctor. But it was too late. They should have never been brought to the desert.
Before they were even dead the next generation had been taken from their homes and brought to the chapel as replacements.
The doctor tried to convince the minister that this giant race should be left in their homes to thrive. He explained that they aren't made for the desert, particularly if they have no friends to share with and their feet are in cement boxes.
But the minister was blinded by religion. He said it was those trees who gave a famous architect his inspiration for their chapel and it was those giants that he was going to have for his collection.
The doctor left and the staff prepared the graves for the young trees and hastily planted them as replacements for their elders.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016
What to do when you meet a Wolf
Stay with it.
Sit down if it's easier to see eye to eye.
Embrace it.
Take a deep breath to pull its essence inside.
Observe it.
As you start to see it clearly you will notice it is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Take in its beauty.
Place your ear on its soft fur and smell the warm spring sun reflect off its coat.
The blind side of discomfort is love.
Sit down if it's easier to see eye to eye.
Embrace it.
Take a deep breath to pull its essence inside.
Observe it.
As you start to see it clearly you will notice it is a sheep in wolf's clothing.
Take in its beauty.
Place your ear on its soft fur and smell the warm spring sun reflect off its coat.
The blind side of discomfort is love.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
How to Find Your Way Home
Home is where you feel warm
where you can smile and weep
where you take your true form
close your eyes and breathe deep
Welcome home.
where you can smile and weep
where you take your true form
close your eyes and breathe deep
Welcome home.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Liquid Peace
It's not something you drink
In fact most people
tilt
their
head
up
to
the
sky
To avoid
any
of
it
spilling out
POUR IT ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Sop it up with joyous
flapping
like a happy wet dog
If you like, wear it on your sleeve
But I prefer to absorb the saline goodness
through my cheeks
Soaking it into all of the internal ropes
I've pulled so tight
Easing them up a bit
How you wear your face is your call
Try soaking in your own personal epsom salt facial
Maybe it'll help you
UNTIE SOME KNOTS
In fact most people
tilt
their
head
up
to
the
sky
To avoid
any
of
it
spilling out
POUR IT ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Sop it up with joyous
flapping
like a happy wet dog
If you like, wear it on your sleeve
But I prefer to absorb the saline goodness
through my cheeks
Soaking it into all of the internal ropes
I've pulled so tight
Easing them up a bit
How you wear your face is your call
Try soaking in your own personal epsom salt facial
Maybe it'll help you
UNTIE SOME KNOTS
Wicked Witch
Remember the Wicked Witch?
She was made of walls
At first they started inside
Around her heart
She thought they wanted to rip it out
But they were looking for warmth
The kind that builds on itself when an individual's internal incinerator
Is connected to another's
Like an energetic interlocking web of roots
Sharing what their limbs pull from the air
One of those one plus one equals three things
But she took no chances
She had no time for risky business
Too busy taking power to receive it
But then she thought, what of their breath?
To avoid a reaction to their respiration
She built a wall around her lungs,
Tightening her breath
They tried to show her love with food
But she was afraid to absorb their aura
So she turned her stomach upside-down and
Built and wall around it
To get to know her they asked about her interests
But she worried they would see weakness
To take advantage of
So she pulled her Adam's Apple to the bottom of her throat
And enclosed it inside walls
When they couldn't get her to talk to them
They told their own tales of temptations and thorns
So she clogged up her ears as if she was
On the highest mountaintop
And built a wall around them
In one final attempt they organized a walk
Through the most gorgeous gardens in town, and
Invited her
But she worried that time amongst the people
Walking with them
Might allow them to fear her less
So she built a wall
Around her
Entire body
So that no one could see her
With this, the group finally left her alone.
But Dorothy, who could see the goodness in her, told them to wait outside the door.
When they finally left, the Wicked Witch thought she would feel relieved. But with each wall she built she had caged herself further, restricting her own movement and causing tremendous tension. With everyone gone, the silence felt hollow and her body felt weak.
To try to relax, she laid down and serially sighed. She looked up at the ceiling suspiciously seeking out the source of the leak which had dripped on her face, but the ceiling was dry. Liquid was pouring from her eyes and melting the walls she put up. She scanned the room for the offending onion with no luck. She was able to breathe deeply again, but could only breathe in with jerky movements like a backfiring car while moaning like an oversized muffler. Uncontrollably, all but one of her walls quickly melted away. Her heart was still safe in its self-imposed casing.
Dorothy, who had heard the sobbing, went back in alone. She saw the Witch, no longer dressed in her scary costume, vulnerability and all. Upon seeing Dorothy, the Witch popped up, ready for battle. But before she could strike, Dorothy charged her, wrapped her in her arms and pressed her ear against the Witch. She could hear the Witch's heart slowing down.
The Witch raised her arm to strike, but felt something odd. It felt like sitting next to the fireplace, only it was radiating from inside of her. Her skin went soft along with her brow line. Dorothy's embrace had melted her last and final wall.
She felt more powerful than ever, capable of anything, fearing nothing.
But she saw a strange discoloration on her arm, creeping down her sleeve; and when she rolled it up she saw that her green skin was fading rapidly. It was flowing out from underneath her clothing and changing her. The strangeness of it caused her to push Dorothy away in shock.
But as her final stretch of green faded away, she realized it was the first time she could remember feeling at peace. As she wrapped Dorothy back into her heart she was a new person.
She was ready to receive the world.
She was made of walls
At first they started inside
Around her heart
She thought they wanted to rip it out
But they were looking for warmth
The kind that builds on itself when an individual's internal incinerator
Is connected to another's
Like an energetic interlocking web of roots
Sharing what their limbs pull from the air
One of those one plus one equals three things
But she took no chances
She had no time for risky business
Too busy taking power to receive it
But then she thought, what of their breath?
To avoid a reaction to their respiration
She built a wall around her lungs,
Tightening her breath
They tried to show her love with food
But she was afraid to absorb their aura
So she turned her stomach upside-down and
Built and wall around it
To get to know her they asked about her interests
But she worried they would see weakness
To take advantage of
So she pulled her Adam's Apple to the bottom of her throat
And enclosed it inside walls
When they couldn't get her to talk to them
They told their own tales of temptations and thorns
So she clogged up her ears as if she was
On the highest mountaintop
And built a wall around them
In one final attempt they organized a walk
Through the most gorgeous gardens in town, and
Invited her
But she worried that time amongst the people
Walking with them
Might allow them to fear her less
So she built a wall
Around her
Entire body
So that no one could see her
With this, the group finally left her alone.
But Dorothy, who could see the goodness in her, told them to wait outside the door.
When they finally left, the Wicked Witch thought she would feel relieved. But with each wall she built she had caged herself further, restricting her own movement and causing tremendous tension. With everyone gone, the silence felt hollow and her body felt weak.
To try to relax, she laid down and serially sighed. She looked up at the ceiling suspiciously seeking out the source of the leak which had dripped on her face, but the ceiling was dry. Liquid was pouring from her eyes and melting the walls she put up. She scanned the room for the offending onion with no luck. She was able to breathe deeply again, but could only breathe in with jerky movements like a backfiring car while moaning like an oversized muffler. Uncontrollably, all but one of her walls quickly melted away. Her heart was still safe in its self-imposed casing.
Dorothy, who had heard the sobbing, went back in alone. She saw the Witch, no longer dressed in her scary costume, vulnerability and all. Upon seeing Dorothy, the Witch popped up, ready for battle. But before she could strike, Dorothy charged her, wrapped her in her arms and pressed her ear against the Witch. She could hear the Witch's heart slowing down.
The Witch raised her arm to strike, but felt something odd. It felt like sitting next to the fireplace, only it was radiating from inside of her. Her skin went soft along with her brow line. Dorothy's embrace had melted her last and final wall.
She felt more powerful than ever, capable of anything, fearing nothing.
But she saw a strange discoloration on her arm, creeping down her sleeve; and when she rolled it up she saw that her green skin was fading rapidly. It was flowing out from underneath her clothing and changing her. The strangeness of it caused her to push Dorothy away in shock.
But as her final stretch of green faded away, she realized it was the first time she could remember feeling at peace. As she wrapped Dorothy back into her heart she was a new person.
She was ready to receive the world.
Monday, October 10, 2016
I Declare Jubilee
You may not know this
I have paid my debt to you
I have paid you 1,000 times over
I don't owe you anymore
I have worked tirelessly for years
sometimes through the night
to make sure
I reviewed every scent
You had long forgotten?
An unrecognizable speck in your rear view
A waste of oxygen to recall it
I have been observing it
through a telescope
Three words in the mirror and my telescope vanishes
I forgive me
I have paid my debt to you
I have paid you 1,000 times over
I don't owe you anymore
I have worked tirelessly for years
sometimes through the night
to make sure
I reviewed every scent
You had long forgotten?
An unrecognizable speck in your rear view
A waste of oxygen to recall it
I have been observing it
through a telescope
Three words in the mirror and my telescope vanishes
I forgive me
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