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.