I love you guys! Been down at the river resting in some needed quiet. Heres a poem that came through by the fire. The crows are black as ash down here at the river And the fire smoke is midnight lavender, flush against my skin Ive come here to remember the weight of fallen branches Sometimes lite with a long history of surrender Other times dense and strong to the touch These arms know the feeling of reaching down, scavenging Like a babys lip to a mothers breast Culling in her nourishment These feet are not afraid of thorns or rigid rocks They have walked across coals They know buoyancy in their soles There is a natural, quiet crackling A slow simmer disintegration A humility, perhaps greater than hunger I am here to remember that this humility is the birthplace of warmth I am here to toss the trappings of the crammed up digital age Into the laughing fire of the ancient ways I am here to remember a million years of thriving by the flame I am here to remember the circle
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 19:43:28 +0000
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