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Mother Earth

She waits for us to understand, or better, to remember: that at her breast we all have suckled since we each began; and for a thousand thousand years have eaten at her table, imagining some unseen other laying out the … Continue reading

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The Moon Dancing

The moon is swollen full tonight, her belly stretched out in the light; that glow ascribed to pregnant maids reflects down through the tall pines’ shade and with a wash of purple blue includes the woods’ edge in my view. … Continue reading

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No one stole the moon

No one stole the moon from us by force. Instead, they bade us sleep; in that little death our memory faded, and our Mother’s song (not the sing-song lullabies or product placing jingle-jangle from an artificial moonlight like an android … Continue reading

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The Roots Must Lead

The roots must lead us further down; it does no good to taste the fruit unless we first have knelt in shadows there among the rotting leaves. The kneeling first, and then the crawl along the coursing, mottled bark that … Continue reading

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For Starlight Born with Robbie Burns

Although some celebrate today the Scotsman’s favorite bard, my day is elsewise occupied and I shall find it hard to think of he whose “Auld Lang Syne” will ring out through the night. For this day someone else was born … Continue reading

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Oh Mother Help Me

For some reason this morning I woke up thinking of the hymn “Sweet Hour of Prayer” — in particular the wonderful bluegrass version done by the Osbourne Brothers. And I thought to myself, “Self, why is it that there are … Continue reading

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Mother Father Breathing

With each breath, opposites are reconciled: like the unconscious seeping under the door that the river makes as it rises during the night, then at first light ebbs slowly away as the sun’s heat pulls it into its glowing bosom. … Continue reading

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