[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at the yurt

[Riantee Rand]

Voices of Winter on the Way to Spring

 

In the below I still hear winter’s voices

howling down the valley that never sees the sun.

Branches clatter, shatter like crystal

or snap in the wind and fall to the ground

to gather color for the dying.

 

“We are frozen, we are drenched, we are naked,”

proclaim the trees,

“moss swathe us, feeding off our twisted limbs,

to transfer life to others.

All maturing needs us

for our witnessing shapes things.

 

Now, new life is springing forth

as we hear the message broadcasted by the below:

“follow the path where all is acceptable

guided by the light that falls equally on everything,

beauty is not tarnished but enhanced by darkness

for on this path everything is transformed.

 

“Follow your true Self

every inch of the way,

have fun at it,

there is no work involved,

no sin, no failure,

we move as one

as we sing the praises of all that exists

we are praised along with it.

We are holy,

everything we join with  

in relationship

becomes real, consecrated.

 

Like the shedding of the winter trees

we are disposable;

once weaned from the images of this world,

nature takes us back into herself.

It’s the way we nourish one another

and become each other.

 

Under Mother Earth

I hear a seed stirring

festive,

fertile

 

 

founding a weaving of relationship

uniting all form

to formlessness.

 

I walk what is,

no longer wishing

for what was,

I make no promises to the future.

 

I am tree,

I am grief,

I am wind.

I am the winter’s voice,

I am fertility.

I am relationship,

I am the face of all others.

 

What a game of love this life is!

Only love could imagine such a play as that,

and in this play we have only one aim:

to Love.

 

Winter is complete

Spring is on its way.
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