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The Wolf

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Years ago,

As I sat with friends
Along the banks of a magnificent river
In the untamed wilderness;
(All was silent except for the sound

Of the river)
My eyes grazed the
Opposite bank and
I was awestruck
To see a large black wolf
Come off a game trail.

He
Stepped out of the woods.
There stopping and locking
Inquisitive eyes
With us.
He was magnificent;
Splendid in his stance.
I could not move,
Could not breathe.
In that moment I felt something so primal
And beautiful inside;
As if connected beyond comprehension of the mind.
This has stayed with me always.
I know in nature
Honest
Unexpected
Answers come forward
When you are ready to listen.

Originally posted August 2016 *choleintodiamonds*

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Old Riverbed

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Walking the old river bed,

How often has the course changed?

How often the boulders

Worn to rocks

Worn to pebbles

Worn to dust?

The river carries them on,

Shape shifting.

How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,

How often

They held on until

Nothing left for them to grasp,

They succumb to the way

And float on?

How often no man stands to witness the

Sound

Of the fall?

All

Become one

With the river

Eventually

Returning

To the sea.

Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny

Seed to become mighty trees

They return

In time forgetting the river.

*originally posted February 22,2017*

True

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I walked on

And

I watched the

Eagles fly.

I hear the whoosh of the air

On their wings as they glide overhead.

The higher they go

The stronger my heartbeat.

And I heard the brush rustle

Nearby,

Turning just in time

To see 3 deer leaping into my path.

Alert and tentative.

For a moment I expect to see a predator on their heels.

But no.

And we gaze into each others eyes for what seems like time indefinite .

And i feel that whole lifetime of anxiety leave my bones.

Stillness fills my cells.

My mind clears and my heart swells.

Peace. I am as i am meant to be.

I find myself by the river where I immerse myself in nature’s song.

I become the water and the stones who mean

Each other no harm.

They merely add to the symphony.

As do I;

I know.

This is true.

Old Riverbed

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Walking the old river bed,

How often has the course changed?

How often the boulders

Worn to rocks

Worn to pebbles

Worn to dust?

The river carries them on,

Shape shifting.

How often the roots of mighty trees exposed,

How often

They held on until

Nothing left for them to grasp,

They succumb to the way

And float on?

How often no man stands to witness the

Sound

Of the fall?

All

Become one

With the river

Eventually

Returning

To the sea.

Old riverbeds remain and regrow from tiny

Seed to become mighty trees

They return

In time forgetting the river.

Mother Earth

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Mother Earth sings her song.

It is in the dirt,

The wind,

The water of the raging rivers

And the peaceful ponds.

The trees and the mountains.

The lion and the sparrow.

We think we do not know her song

But we too are her song.

We have only become distracted

For her music is in our very cells.

The blood of our ancestors.

Be still, your soul

And listen.

This song never pauses.

Sing with her once more.