TASTE ITS EVERYTHING

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I accept on my palate,
wide-as-Shasta,
her lips,
all lips inside and out
on my robust tongue

Yes her sharpest
and softest needles

Yes her wettest petal
of wild sea and copper

Banishing shame
beyond the mountains,
too tame voices of others
no more

Yes my endless curiosity,
my fathomless appetite,
my vast arousal by—for—with—
the world

I want to taste its everything

WILD NATURE HEART CHALLENGE

E9D2B10B-07C8-4BFD-ACF6-F00FFC9CF141I usually don’t share my Wild Nature Heart offerings on here. But I wanted to let readers of my poetry here know about the Wild Nature Heart Challenge, in part because soulful earthy poetry is central to it.

The Wild Nature Heart Challenge: A Season of Deepening is a self-paced mini-adventure with 25+ earth-rooted practices and sense-based and soul-deepening exercises along with accompanying poems to guide you into reconnecting and deepening your connection with wild nature, with natural cycles, and aspects of your wholeness.

Discover more here:
https://wildnatureheart.com/product/wild-nature-heart-seasonal-challenge/

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SHE SAUNTERS RIPE WITH THE SEASON

837CB341-C697-4D23-8210-5A4C76A313CCShe, like moon with no undue pace
but that of her slow wonder,
wanders to where the brambles bend and maples bow
in homage to their yield, gifts

ripe with the season, soft with promise

she puts down her titles
relinquishes her duties
into river time
and loves herself like water
soft and flowing

sauntering like an artist
a nymph at play

ripe with the season, soft with promise

stoops to smell the everlasting
sings herself with nettles
stops to feel the sun and mud
on her autumn skin

winding her way through the day
until with gentle feet and a clear heart
dusk arrives, and a crescent moon opens up

ripe with the season, soft with promise

GLAD OF MY PAWS

7D7A9026-49C2-43A0-AC15-7FA4861963AD🐾GLAD 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 grainy—
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.

—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. 🙏😀🌲💚

I, TOO, AM LARGE, CONTAINING MULTITUDES 3/4

B4203AC4-4661-4A54-86AE-BFFB24C24482I drench myself in passions, overreaching and inebriate
alloyed with all the minerals
all the drops of things

Tasting the wild plum,
blackberries boisterous and free
Yes salt and fat, sweet red wine
and water
spicy chiles and bitter wild mustard

I accept on my palate wide like Shasta, my robust tongue
her lips, all lips inside and out
yes her wettest petal
of wild sea and copper

To banish shame
beyond the mountains,
slanted voices of others no more.

My endless curiosity, my vast arousal by—for—with—the world

To greet the aromas with my superior nose:
buckeye husks, hay, cut wood and lavender, cedar and sage
as much as rose and cinnamon
pheremones and falling leaves
garlic and cut grass,
the journey-work of the stars.

To have fallen in love,
to have risen in love
the unlikely comraderies
the felt connections

to befriend the lowliest creatures
as well as those that soar
equal to me the caddisfly larvae
and falcon,
the sand toads and beetles no less
than dolphin
the unexpected grace of egret
sliding over my head—
like him, I am miraculous.

My exquisite ears
swimming in the symphonies
of the world
the songs and strings
and heavy beats
the raven’s croak,
the Lightning crack
the creek, gentle and roaring
as good as my twin.

Your singing and soft cry,
and your exasperated cry—
yours and yours.
Theirs.

-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, 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.

I, TOO, AM LARGE, CONTAINING MULTITUDES 1/4

DE4B117B-AA3D-45F5-A427-9E5408A50F41Happy 200th birthday, Walt! 🙏Thank you, comrade, Oh Great Affirmer, for the worlds you up. Thank you, my soul friend, exquisite celebrator, you grand experimenter, you bold ecosensualist!
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To put my western boots on
for the lonely descent
in deepening dark
to know it will be a long while
not knowing when the dawn will break—or if.

But also to know the strength
of my calves and limber heart
libidinous and unrestrained
to spring from these muscles my inviolate motion
sometimes slow, sometimes quick
but sure, steady, alive!
all my incarnate days

While I can, the movement of my savage and beautiful body, unalloyed
in bright unbridled kicks of freedom
my electromagnetic self commingling with my analog
and broken leaf self,
permeable and wanting all the worlds—oh what storms!

To love these shoulders strong
and pulsing, pushing to the edge
of my shadows
stretching then pushing further
turning the wheel in new directions

To make from these soft, brown eyes
all the beauty of the world
(and the ugly truth of it too)

Yes the shimmers, the hues,
patterns and spirals,
the ripples, the great green garments
of summer.
and endless faces, her eyelashes,
wisps of hair that won’t obey,
crooked drifters!

Just as the bones hold it together
In life as much as death
I say yes to new trees
and the burnt and ragged

Her form silhouetted
against the birth
as much as the dying day

Tails, petals, clouds & bubbles,
rosemary dawn
moonlight on silver ferns
falling leaves maroon and gold,
the swooning birds

To embrace with these well-known arms
friends and lovers
a few enemies at times

Yes even the stones, trees, yes,
even my own self.

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