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Spirit of Life,

Ground of our being,

Root of unified mystery

Growing into myriad branches of expression,

Bring us together now.

Bring us close to the earth,

Ear to the whispering grass,



Waiting with slow breaths,

Listening for the very stones to cry out

With their rocky stories of

Tectonic plates meeting and parting meeting

Their mineral memories of

Hadean days, molten rocks flowing and joining

Their ancient legends of

Stars born out of the collapse of other stars

Help us to re-member.

Help us to piece together

Our one-ness with matter,

Our one-ness that matters.

With one more deep breath,

May we rise, star-stuff walking and rolling

Across the surface of an impossible blue-green planet.

May we join together to heal what is divided.

May we find wholeness within, without, among, between.

Eternal Source, Seed of the Universe, help us to grow peace.


So be it. Blessed be. Amen.

(Written by me, May 5, 2013)

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Under a sky the color of pea soup
she is looking at her work growing away there
actively, thickly like grapevines or pole peans
as things grow in the real world, slowly enough.
If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water,
if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food,
if the sun shines and you pick off caterpillars,
if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs and the bees,
then the plants flourish, but at their own internal clock.

Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot always tell by looking what is happening.
More than half a tree is spread out in the soil under your feet.
Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet.
Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree.
Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden.
Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make sugar.

Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses.
Live a life you can endure: make love that is loving.
Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in, a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside
but to us interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.

Live as if you like yourself, and it may happen:
Reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
For every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
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I hope that more of the things that make life bearable will come to you. My experience is that living longer doesn’t make this happen automatically, but every day opens up more chances.

I hope that frustration provides clues for the things that ignite your passion. I hope that sorrow reveals the presence of love. I hope that passion and love lead you to a sense of abundant life.

I hope that your days are poems—not all happy poems, not even all good poems. Maybe they won’t form a tidy arc like a novel or an instruction manual. I hope, when you look back on your poems, you can be gentle with yourself and that you can find the gems of imagery and meter that were invisible to you at the time.

I hope you will find reminders that you are a beautiful, precious creature of worth. Thank you for blessing me with your friendship.

(Also posted to Tumblr.)
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I've decided to try a slightly different name for this blog than for my other on-line activities. Not sure yet how I will use DW, but I'm glad to have at least one community-centered journaling platform.


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