Gathering for the Rise
Naked branches shorn of green tremble in the winter wind, buds closed yet full of life, turned upward in the morning sky while below the
December 30, 2011
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Naked branches shorn of green tremble in the winter wind, buds closed yet full of life, turned upward in the morning sky while below the
Awakening from the dream shadows resolve, turbulence recedes, treasuries of the heart in kindness gold, sweet incense forgiving and peace within a stable shed resting
I sit within the arc of aging strong with the weight of years in silence, worn round as rock against the tide. The tides of
The tiny bird breaking shell makes a cry for food and air with furious faith in what she needs. Hearing her across the water from
Undulating like ocean waves, messages from heart to heart weave a web across the world, trembling our frames of bone and skin, the desire to
Heartbeat continues in the rain sound, the sputtering stove and inner breath across the arc from me to you in the rich field where all