Mourning. {poetry}
Last night I stepped outside of time Minutes became centuries Ten thousand years became right now And mourning the epiphany As clenching pain released...
Browsing Tag:
bird
Art Is Our Way Back to Each Other.
Art is the only way I know to deeply connect with a world too wild and rapturous and tragic and illogical to be contained or make any sense.
Phoenix. {poetry}
Have you ever fallen lower than you thought you could bear, until you finally surrender to love again, because it is the great fire that burns in you?
The Dull Brown Bird Who Knew. {poetry}
"Be the dull brown bird," they say, "let go of your magic." And so you do. Until one day, you find a feather a little different from the rest.
The Power of Ten Thousand Gods. {poetry}
It is that one orienting object that we need when we are lost... that can lift us into the air with the power of the heavens.
The Lady and the Bird. {poetry}
She loved that bird
you understand
The lady had her wings clipped too
by a heartless world
that did not take the time
to understand her dreams
Befriending the Land, My Earth Home.
I knew the land had heard me. I felt her reach out her giant arms and wrap me up inside of them. I heard her chanting, "Welcome back, welcome back.”
For the Students, My Teachers, February 14th, 2018 (and Every Day After). {poetry}
Never again will we entertain this tyranny
that wears a thousand divisive masks
but is always a scared and greed-scarred child-man
hiding behind a curtain.
Missile, No Missile, and What Happened in Between.
Moments just arrive, or collide, with the last thought, the last action. Bird food/imminent death. Dog barking/missile attack. The expected/the unthinkable.
Do the Strange, Sensitive Bird Thing.
We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.