Spirit of the Trees

I see now that you

have a face and mouth

hands and many eyes

peering from the depths

connecting me with something

far within myself

 

your arms reach out

long and wide to embrace me

you hold all in your hands

 

sun and sky and earth

merge

in your gentle majesty

 

I place my hands upon your bark

my light cascades into the ground

 

I can feel your roots

and the roots of your brothers

your sisters and your kin

 

bury me

 

I hear the sounds

of your slow voices

I sense the spirit within

 

the spirit that guides me

flourishing—

 

you have stories to tell.

I will listen.

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The Giants and the Stars

She asked herself

if it was possible

to love unconditionally,

to gather herself up from the many winds

 

she wondered what it would be like

to feel whole again

to collect the pieces from all the people she had ever been

 

she looked in the mirror

and she wasn’t sure

if she’d ever know herself –

even if she could imagine, even if she could recall

her every form

 

she loved them back

from the battles

called them back from the horror

willed them back

from the places they’d been caught

 

could she look honestly

at every mistake,

every dream and every triumph?

The phantoms, the illusions

the cloaks and the daggers

still waiting for her in the dark?

 

The mighty embers –

the dreams of what could be,

the giants and the stars?

The Beloved

 

A poem inspired by Zion National Park

 

I call to you

wearing a mask of stone

 

my heavy slopes have fed

the deer

the hummingbird

the fly

 

Painted dreams

swirl and dance in my clay

 

my wildflowers smile beside sweet moss

 

I am the secret and sacred cove

there is a whole world that looms inside of me

mountain peaks and portals of illumination,

gateways to other realities

 

there are codes in me

that could lead one to immortality.

 

I am the one who has dreamt of canyons

lands as bright as snow,

cliffs as red as blood–

sacred groves

 

I have seen the black soil

empty like the womb of the world

 

I have heard your voice

as sweet as morning dew

 

you are glorious like the rising sun,

I have wondered at your breadth

for eons.

 

I am streaked in turquoise

like my mother,

sweet mother

the narrow river

who has carved and shaped me

 

my hair is silver like the dying trees

who watch upon my heights

 

the traveling birds await,

their crests as black as night

to soar – to dance and dream.

 

Gods have lived whole lives

in the time I have longed for you

 

It is possible that now

I could find you

and embrace you?

 

Oh how I yearn for you

like the river thirsts for the ocean,

the way the mountain seeks to know the starry sky

 

come to me, I say

as swift as night and as steady as the day

awaken, beloved, from your slumber

 

it has been too long since we were parted,

do you remember that we are one?

In other worlds and other times,

in all the dimensions above?

 

Come as steady as the birds that cross the seas and always find their way

come as steady as the tide

the phases of the moon —

 

I await.

 

Oh I come quicker than the summer storms

for my heart bursts with desire

 

I ride as quick as the night

there is no mountain, no creature

no danger that could dissuade me

 

come

as certain as the spring

as sweet to me as nectar,

the sap that runs in my trees.

 

I pray for safety in the dark

for the twists and turns may deceive me

 

you will be like the ocean’s waves

triumphant across the perilous way

 

the face of the desert flashes in the night

the sky is covered with clouds.

I bear no light to guide me.

I find myself descending

into the shadows of my mind…

 

Was I mistaken?

Was it an imposter

that mocked me all this way?

 

Could love be true

after all this pain?

 

The centuries alone

with no one to hold me

no voice,

no love

in those forsaken paradigms

 

cycling and cycling

without choice, without redemption

lost after time

dying for a way

 

Perhaps this was all a dream

of peace, of oneness —

a spirit

a malicious god

bewitched me?

 

For I see nothing more

than rock and toil,

the heat of an angry sky

 

my sweet love, look beyond the stones

and find my gentle streams

the rivers flood with expectation,

bring life to all above

 

beyond my mask there lies my treasure,

look into my caverns,

my springs cascade with light.

 

I fear, dear one

I have gone blind.

 

Than feel me waiting in the silky mist

the lofty windows

of your awakened soul

 

I am stone and fire,

the water and the wind

 

have no fear for

the swimming deer

takes little heed

the mountain squirrels burrow peacefully away

 

there is light in my soul

and darkness, too – 

but all is true in glorious harmony

 

do not fear

my gnarled roots

where antennae and winged beasts thrive.

 

I hear your waterfalls,

see your slopes lined with green

your luscious gardens grow in the desert heat

 

I hold my hand

to your secret springs

 

let me

calm your wildfire,

the depth of your ancient heart

 

the mist of the emerald water

streaks and mystifies

 

I rise

before the emerald waters,

moved by your devotion

 

a wondrous being

a cloaked one

holds in their hands an ancient mask of rock

 

hands

reach out to mine,

orange from the clay

 

soft hands

touch my shoulders

my hips

and my legs

 

I remember, I remember

my beloved,

the one I’ve known in every world

 

my dear beloved

always within me 

and outside of me

 

All is one.

Lie with me.

We hold each other

fingers

weave across my skin

 

you whimper softly like a bird

 

there are lips

giving

lips passing

lips meeting

 

your hands fall beneath,

touch me where no one has ever

reached

 

I tell you,

I am the soul of all things

 

an ancient and sacred being.

 

I soften

as my body turns

 

butterflies

streak above

with yellow wings

 

inside

inside me

you reach

 

the water pools,

and I am swept away

 

I run like the river in paradise.