TRANSWOVEN

21AE61A2-B62E-4751-85D0-209957B8B575A single charge—
from fabric too bright to grasp
weave your riven and ribboned robe
from the seasons
of your dusk to dusk
and your dawn to dawn.

The shocks of the age have you stunned,
it is known.

They’ve pulled at your threads
and frayed your gown,
and a dark deed or two sewn
in your sleeve can be seen—
all just proving you were here.

But by Trust’s holy vow,
be your own tailor
and wear your true cloak.

No one can stitch into the cloth of time
that original star
like you.

No one.

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THE WIDEST HUES

6116B67D-C45B-408C-A274-7A15369D8AB0A Vision, seeing as much
with my feet
and my stomach pulling me up
the fickle hill
and over

While the web is weaving split infinity, each to each
I see what wrecks and wings await
at every step
well-absorbing me as much
as I absorb them

When Goodfellow hermit thrush,
that Grand Inquisitor, invites:

Have the exquisite marks formed upon you yet? No?

Then keep opening—
strive ye with death
and moonly silence

Not beyond despair,
but spanning both dark
and bright buffet

Form and fill
your unique dimensions, earthedly

stretched just so taut
and ache
the good ache, Dyeing
yourself in the widest hues

—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.

 

TO LOSE YOURSELF IN A MASTER PATTERN

05BB6694-037D-4DC0-B107-B8C42B4EC9EA.jpegA mystery larger than the Milky Way
lies at the heart of your secret longing

That stalk born in you from the cup of night
drinks daily from the moist and merry met

Make no argument with dawn,
for it is your own stubborn face
writ with play at any cost

If you turn it all over and find
that you were merely a mirage
on the old coin,
don’t fret

Merely open your heartpockets
to find true wealth

When the great buzz
of the techno sky is Unlearnt
the June moon’s melody laps at your ear-shore

And the low hum of lover earth
begins to seed in you the original song, singing:

Your name is cognate with Mystery
and rhymes with every bloom and crooked flow.

-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.

How the Night Becomes the Day

8ECDB130-3E64-4AD9-8E2D-7243715CA7ADI’ve looked through telescopes
and microscopes
Scanned the hills under all the skies
I’ve conducted all-night vigils
just to find out
Even climbed inside one
from time to time—But I still don’t know how the night turns to day.

I’ve set up hi-fi recording equipment
I’ve planted, watered, and harvested
Even climbed inside one
from time to time, but still—I don’t know how the seed becomes the tree
becomes the fruit

I’ve looked to all the experts
Gathered all manner of stories
and hired an inside informant
Even climbed inside one
from time to time—Yet I’ve no idea
how the boy becomes the man

I’ve asked the best
and searched the great compendiums of wisdom
I even resorted to creating some myself
and climbed inside one
from time to time—
However, I’ve still not a clue
how nothingness becomes a poem.

-Ryan Van Lenninh
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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.

Invitation

E3E975F4-4E37-41AC-8E35-C86E1ED8EFF5Did you grow a new bird, forest?

Or you bird, did you sprout a new song

Throwing spring melodies into the late winter day?

Are you a message from that savior, Change, or a ringing
from my dreaming blood?

The birds and first bees cast their innocent and dangerous invitation:

Come and play, track
your labyrinthine questions
through the lambent turn of the season.

Alliterate your arriving with your own alluring lure.

THE WILD CAT OF HIM

38042FCD-B6EE-455A-A9D2-B06B58152A36Glimpses caught
a hulking feline beast
paw prints at the sacred pool

a turtle-faced dog-jaguar
lends his tears
to history’s stream

It is dark now, too dark
and dangerous, some say
But he enters anyway
like a stalker who knows
how to seize his prey

What he is hunting is for him alone to know.

And now the wild cat of him
is leaping from the edge of the west
over trees, off all known cliffs

In awe, the ocean presents
her round, smooth back
to land on, saying, I still love you

Knowing peace, he carves out
the spoon of his destiny

It is time now, the rewilding has begun
And he, The One Who Gives Care, returns to place, pleases the people
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Photo: Brad Wilson, from his series of stunning animal photography Affinity
https://bradwilson.com/PROJECTS/AFFINITY/1/thumbs