Saturday, November 14, 2015

Movement

Movement

They come in the morning
first are the crackling branches
movement unseen in
the thick of the forest.
The dark mystery of all
(where in the night
sounds unearthly come.)

Then finally a face
emerges from the green—
the other part of self
that is kept in the woods.

Stepping into your world
is a grace, a gift
from the deep heart
of things until now
kept hidden.

I see all this movement
shape-shifting change
is a move towards intuition.

In the Garden at Monticello

In the Garden at Monticello

Everything begins with
the mountain
the backdrop to all.
Up here is
an expansion
a freedom far
wider
than I’ve ever known.
I’ve read that
there are blue disks
buried in the earth
here on this spot
where angels from above
commune with earth spirits.
I can almost taste
that conversation
as I look out on
the sea of
misty blue mountains
stretching into the distance.
With eyes in back of my head
I see a beautiful child
walking behind me,
who is describing:
“It has the body
of a bumblebee,
and the head of a
hummingbird, and the
wings of a dragonfly!”
Her family pay no
attention to her
revelation,
talking of something
else.
“It must be a
dragon-humming-bee!”
she says with awe
in her voice.
Still her family
is silent.
I take note, however.
I’ve heard you.