As the sun begins
its slow trek north,
I stir within my old retreat
in the dark cave
of forgiveness.
Buried shadows of guilt
burn on the kindled fire,
claws of shame
curl to smoke,
as I dance
to earth’s heartbeat,
sweeping debris
from the graves
of my ancestors.
photograph – Louis MacKenzie
Reading of “Winter Work” with music by Bob Dylan.
Sweeping debris – good image. I need to do this more in my own life! Thanks, Don.
“…as I dance to the earth’s heartbeat..”
Very evocative, Don. Nice!
Don, as the other posters notice, there are some good, poetic words in that busy cave. I also like Lou M’s photos. Thanks.
Mother Earth is the great equalizer letting regained innocence lead me into the love of Truth. Thank you Lou for ongoing care continuing as we move along. Thank you Don for your weaving of present Reality.
Don — Beautiful poem today. One of the best things we can do in life is to forgive ourselves for “buried shadows of guilt” from long, long ago. Thank you for sharing this.
Yes, Don! My ancestors’ graves don’t strike me as grave, like they did when I was a kid walking near our family’s burial plot a lot. For I, an aging adult, know that Ones of olde are SO far along in their Journeys of Ascension that even the dusty elements of their once-earthen forms have repurposed themselves many times over! Meanwhile I, still living Life on Earth, guiltlessly dance in Wonder & Joy!