from one of my favorite pod casts/websites
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
to the feeling
of starting over;
you are the earth
and the sky,
and the moon,
May 21, 2017
congratulations to my wise, soulful little sister for graduating with 2 Bachelors degrees today ❤
change, Earth, let go, life, ocean |
Tagged #poetry, change, let go, life, love, nature, new beginnings, poem, starting over |
why go to the grand canyon
when I can just
May 8, 2017
Why why why
what a mess
that we never cleaned up
you’ve torn off your robe
you’ve smeared your blood
all over the world floor
called nature your own
people’s skin a tapestry
for meaning for meaning
when we ought to ask how
do we get back home?
April 28, 2017
america, home, humanity, nature |
Tagged #poetry, acknowledge, america, BLM, dark green, history, nature, poem, present, United States |
Do you think you know your American history?
Have you always been proud to be an American?
Do you care about human beings?
If you answered yes to one or more of these questions, you should watch 13th on Netflix.
Tagged 13th, america, BLM, capitalism, documentary, industry, injustice, money, people, prison, United States |
you are on your own
with a life that belongs
to no one–
and that is more than okay.
what do I believe in?
I believe in truth,
digging underneath the dirt
of lies we have been hiding
underneath our skin,
feeding one another
with or without realizing it
is the soul of the Gods,
the air you take in
as you step outside,
the sky shading you from the universe above
the earth underneath your feet
tell me that you can live without this;
tell me that this isn’t life itself.
you are made out of flesh and bone,
truth and more truth
layered one on top of the other
if you forget your way,
remember that it probably wasn’t your way
to begin with.
the way is empty;
the way is full of life.
and that life is surrounding you,
April 9, 2017
Earth, environmentalism, identity, moon, world |
Tagged #poetry, Earth, environment, identity, lies, life, nature, poem, society, truth |