Today marks two years of Living this lifestyle. Living outside with the breathing sky as heart-home roof. Finding a keener inter-independence with the living and dying more-than-human world and my dark and light Muse-Beloved. Everything is a window. Everything speaks.
From Gary Snyder’s ‘For All’: I pledge allegiance. I pledge allegiance to the soil of Turtle Island, and to the beings who thereon dwell one ecosystem
in diversity under the sun. With joyful interpenetration for all.
So Here’s a poem-cracker parade to celebrate and show off homegrown forest-factory- made word weaponry:
THE SILENT HERE OF THINGS
I finally stood in the lush truth of it.
I never walked so slow, never ate
so many trees
savored so many stars.
Dawn hung around my neck
like a sigil
the river stones emblems of belonging.
Some I in me had said, I can’t live
but some big eye in me—
an owl, I recall—replied, Yes.
Yes you can—an archetype
is breathing through you.
They just kept letting me in.
Everywhere I didn’t knock.
The living sky my heart-home roof.
Only the silent here of things
on the back of the map
where all the real places are.
You can get my books RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul, and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, and Book of Rivers: Headwaters and Heartrocks will be out later this year. Follow me for mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheart for my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work. 🙏😀🌲💚