GLAD OF MY PAWS

7D7A9026-49C2-43A0-AC15-7FA4861963AD๐ŸพGLAD OF MY PAWS

Best of all to caress
play, pinch, seize,
explore, invite all the world
with these infinite fingers

sensitive, lined and lithe
touching the surface and depth of things
the uncountable textures
the skins, the contours, forms and shapes,
the soft and hardness of the world

the slick and silky, scaled, slimy,
bumpy, coarse, and grainyโ€”
I welcome them into me

The sand falling between them
the rough grooves of redwood,
the silk of madrone
the granular solidity of granite

the thin wisp of alder leaves
leaping into fall
the delicate racemes of pink-flowering currants in spring

Or the thin cylinder
of her neck
the contour of her waist, the line
from breast to magnificent hips
to her delicate butterflies,
the grand horizon
and my own firm warmth

I drench myself in passions,
inebriate and alloyed
with all the minerals
all drops of things

Yes, I am glad of my paws.

โ€”Ryan Van Lenning
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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. 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. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜€๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿ’š

APPRENTICESHIP

96B244D0-1B10-456D-804E-4B538A5B3CE0I live among the hucklebush
and ferns and forest ever-lush
and learned to sing from hermit thrush
the slugs they taught me slow

The froggy croaks they keep me cracked
The crawling oaks they coax me back
These nightly cloaks they stroke my back
the moon she taught me whole

Iโ€™d hunted, hoarded all life long
but not the things that brought my song
Nor the things that made me strong
They sure did take their toll

Now hunting has a different aim
The gatherings a different game
The tools I use have different names
within this chest of soul

So still I watch the heronโ€™s hunt
and listen to the riverโ€™s run
apprenticed to the earth and sun
These lovers taught me Flow

-Ryan Van Lenning

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-You can get RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soulย 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 @ryanreturntotheearthย for mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheart for my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work.ย ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ๐Ÿค ๐ŸฆŠ๐ŸŒฒ๐Ÿ’š

NO LONGER HERE

BF023298-E638-4D0D-BD69-D4F196FAC58CThose birds I still hear?
Those birds are no longer here

Weโ€™ve taken all their homes, I fear

(Feathered songs for which I long
Each day one more gone)

Those stars we no longer see?

They too have disappeared by degrees
behind our screens of light they flee

(Fire songs, for which I long
Each day one more gone)

Vast silences no longer heard
Theyโ€™ve gone with all the birds
Replaced by all the noise and words

(Quiet songs for which I long
Each day one more gone…
gone)

PERSIMMON

73A8274F-91B9-49FC-BC47-B6D78C744FA1In the way summer never catches up with fall
and fall never catches winter,
and spring is a dream of winter
that winter never lives

In the way that
each unfolds an invisible season
from within,
she went up to unfold herself
into the mountain

to paint the sky of her life
persimmon
with words of affirmation

and share some unadorned moments
where the sky has eyes
and the rocks breathe fathomlessly.

She felt the lichen on her skin
before she saw them

arching her bare back against a great granite boulder
bronzed belly
sipping the autumn sun

calories she needed to launch again
and fall into the world
overflowing with juice

-Ryan Van Lenning

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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, will be out later this year. Follow me @ryanreturntotheearth for ecosensual mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheartfor my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work.

RE-MEMBERING AND COOING

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This week marks the 1-year anniversary of the birth of Re-Membering: Poems of Earth and Soul and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest. I marked it by actually taking my own books down to the river and celebrating Fall with them. I introduced them to Jeffers, June Jordan, Joy Harjo, and Jane Hirshfield and we all had a grand olโ€™ time dippinโ€™ and divinโ€™ in Flow and Fun.

Iโ€™m feeling enormous gratitude for the energies that flowed through me to bring them into the world, and all the people who saw in them something special and everybody who continues to find inspiration in them.

The 75 poems in Re-Membering are an unabashed celebration of the sensuality and mystery of wild nature, both inner and outer.

The poems in these collections (perhaps all my poems?) invite us to fully re-inhabit and say โ€œYes!โ€ to our sensual natures, our animal bodies, our playfulness and creativity and grief, connection, mystery, and our instinctive LOVE for and BELONGING to this beautiful, sentient Earth.

May the poems in Re-Membering inspire your fierce and big wild nature hearts and be a small part of putting our shoulders to the wheel of The Great Turning.

โ€”Ryan

โ€œBless Ryan Van Lenning for listening to the wild voices and bringing back the news for those who have lost their way. Bless him for reminding us of our original love affair with the earth and of what we know deep in our souls. His poems give wise counsel: let go of the debris, remember who you are, do not abandon your luminous thread.” โ€”Lorraine Anderson, editor of Sisters of the Earth and Earth & Eros

โ€œRyan’s poetry speaks deeply and clearly to the awakening to our true interconnected nature, which is the only way we can transform our world.” -Molly Young Brown, Author of Coming Back to Life: The Updated Guide to the Work That Reconnects (co-authored with Joanna Macy), Editor of Deep Times: A Journal of the Work That Reconnects

You can get both books through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound.

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. ๐ŸŒฟ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒฒ