A stirring so subtle
beneath a frozen surface,
spurting bursts of life out from under
winter’s half finished work.
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The freeze releases its grip
of the shore
on the edge of where we met.
Ice breaking like bones grown old together,
like lightening underwater
piercing the air with
a symphony of sound storms
sending fissures across a frigid distance.
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How did we ever begin to believe
our own lie so deeply?
That man is more powerful
than this force.
That we are separate
from this reverberating universe.
Her magnificence made audible
just to remind us of all that goes on
invisible.
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If only we could become naked like her,
veil by veil,
bare.
So bare we could again
feel her breath in our chest
and know it is solely what breathes us,
her blood that feeds us.
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A voice in the form of cracking ice
echoing off the stones
of this old and holy place
informs me
of my original purpose.
And still I ponder,
has this great experiment gone wrong?
Has the great will within
each human being become
so single pointed that we’ve forgotten
how to read the unwritten codes
of our original tongue?
To hear the purity of nature’s song.
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A contradiction that strikes the core of all knowing,
that to know anything at all
is to watch yourself
fail miserably at your own attempt
to achieve wholeness
through separation.
1.8.12
~ Castle Lake, Mount Shasta, CA
