No use hiding once the sun’s come out
though we’re quite a way from summer;
we’ll crawl from our winter cave,
the inner life slowly awakening,
the dream time pulling us back
but losing gravity as the bright star calls.
With melodies of the night sky
and the knowledge of darkness
we must let go of the secure
for daylight and its flux.
We think we know
but are only passing creatures,
microbes in the enterprise of life
who dare beyond the boundaries
and learn through time
the limits of our understanding.
Crows look down
from the wires we’ve stretched
speaking the language
spoken long before our arrival,
continuing into the mist
beyond our dissolution.
The spark though, the genius
of our grand progression
and the wings we yet imagine
will lead and guide us,
forgiving all,
healing what we are
and may have never been
as we stir from the deep sleep
and learn to walk once more
into the startling green
of our own becoming.
Now this is the kind of “stuff” I love in your work. More…..please! It is time for all to wake up and your skill with words helps encourge the process….
Love the cadence of this and the way it winds to its ending……
True wisdom spoken from the heart.
The innocent always forgive the foolish and careless acts of our dark sleep. Thank goodness for that, but there is no time left. Thank you for the nudging of your beautiful words to wake up.
When I returned to what I thought was my Montana homeland, I discovered that it no longer was. I ran about imagining Thailand was my new homeland, so now I am here….and realizing it isn’t. I don’t have a humanly derived home-land, I don’t have family. This visit has been one of deep work. I am grateful for this poem, Don. And, for the responses so inspired.
We think we know but are only passing creatures…”…that is so poignant and truthful…
After you apology, you hit the nail on the head!
What a privilege to be here, and be with your most gorgeous reminders of the possibilities we have to continuously grow through our own lives ..”and learn to walk once more into the startling green of our own becoming.” Exquisite!