Part of me enjoys
the dark, wet tangle
that will not rise
nor come in from the night,
where the mystery of owl
speaks to the sea,
wings spread in darkness.
Part of me enjoys
the dark, wet tangle
that will not rise
nor come in from the night,
where the mystery of owl
speaks to the sea,
wings spread in darkness.
My brain is busy in its ‘already always’ way of thinking..
What to do next…meals…projects/errands/…..
I open your poetry and I have to take time to adjust from all of that noise
to the quiet nature of your words..I was just struck this morning of the adjustment and thought I go to. Thank you, Don.
Very wise, Don. When all of me comes in from the night, I become the prisoner of daylight. I need both to be whole.
Thanks – beautiful as always… (and reading this piece I got this wonderful hit of “Where the Wild Things Are”, strong and innocent. Yum.)
You speak well of my People…
As one of my grandsons says with great significance, ” Yaaa…”
Beautiful, Don. This poem speaks to a big part of me that has learned to love the Mystery as it emanates through the things of the earth, like the night owl, rather than chase knowing. The poem evokes the dark enigma of all that is wild and speaks of our belonging within it.
I’ve always been struck by mystery and it’s relation to imbalance in not knowing. Last night I shared my favorite quote around knowledge w/ my wife: Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit, Wisdom is not putting it into a fruit salad.
Don, a beatuiful poem. When I lived in Idaho I had night owls that lived in the tree in the backyard. They would literally fly over my head in a figure eight. all I had to do was call them, my friends would sit in awe as they would fly over my head, The wonder of friendship, mystery, of being completely one with it all, Earth and the night sky.I loved those beings, every day on my back doorstep there would be an owl feather. I have a collection of them and they are on my alter in sacredness and honor. your words say that and bring me back to that point of sacredness. Thank You.
Thank you, Don. This poem draws me aback into the sacredness of the night and the life in the earth
I have not to add, Don; I’m listening in the spaces between your words and the 8 responses before me. Thank you all…
I have always felt an affinity towards owls; having looked up the aspects of their character in the past. The owl is one of my power animals. Thanks for sharing an aspect of great power and strength. The mystery they respresent is quite unique.
I was going to just send my name to say I am with this darkness and silence, but the system insisted on a comment – – – –