Gold
The leaves on the forest floor were golden,
with golden light breaking down from the clouds
through the evergreen canopy,
gold filtering through my eyes
to my heart, and down
to the wet earth and leaves,
the light drawn down
through the soles of my feet
until the golden light
and sodden earth
and falling leaves
and I were one,
as I ran through the forest
loving the richness
of this one moment,
that would never return
and will return
forever.
Seeds
Seeds of beauty
beneath a blanket
of quiet trust.
Gentle rain falls,
blessing,
awakening.
Cool breeze of morning
touches the earth
with kindness.
Mist rises,
sky clears,
radiant starfire
enkindles waiting seed.
The pulse of creation
beats eternal,
now and now,
always now,
in the lyric presence
of love's simple truth.
My truth it is,
in the stillness
of this sacred moment.
Where We Live
The old growth nestled back into a ridge,
fir and cedar, salal and sword fern
slowly descending through alder
and big leaf maple,
snowberry and oregon grape,
the out reaching madronne
leaning from the clay rock cliff
with ochre hued bark
into the blue gray light
and misty fog of Puget Sound,
the forest just a sliver of Camano Island
preserved from the developer's axe.
As we walked the root rutted trail
my heart pounded
with an ancient affirmation -
"this is where we live,
this is where we live",
this forest, where the water is born,
where the great star energy
is brought down and stored
beneath the boughs,
beside the rushing streams,
deep down below the deepest root,
up through every fluttering branch,
this is where we live.
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