There was once a pattern to everything scribing something beautiful in my mind— in the darkness something looking for light to make shadows so that hiding meant something Dig deep into the earth teeth rattling side to side like shifting stones Cut through loam and roots and shale to find that open space that vast dark cavern that sparkles in light Let it spill onto the forest floor like spreading sunlight Let it shine like stars in oblivion Let it resonate like a mudslide Let it ooze and soak into everything The energy of the thing eludes me now— a mandala in the sand blown away by the cold steady wind of days— the light on my back like a spider scattering moments before me on careless legs through a future that seems to be an end but is still so very far away Up here we see shadows and we breathe We step in shoes over growing things We do not kneel We do not thank We take and we do not return But we will and we should
Tapping the Well
Tapping the Well
Tapping the Well
There was once a pattern to everything scribing something beautiful in my mind— in the darkness something looking for light to make shadows so that hiding meant something Dig deep into the earth teeth rattling side to side like shifting stones Cut through loam and roots and shale to find that open space that vast dark cavern that sparkles in light Let it spill onto the forest floor like spreading sunlight Let it shine like stars in oblivion Let it resonate like a mudslide Let it ooze and soak into everything The energy of the thing eludes me now— a mandala in the sand blown away by the cold steady wind of days— the light on my back like a spider scattering moments before me on careless legs through a future that seems to be an end but is still so very far away Up here we see shadows and we breathe We step in shoes over growing things We do not kneel We do not thank We take and we do not return But we will and we should