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Realization

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Too much,

Too little,

Then nothing.

Gray sky.

Black sky,

Blue.

My moods waning from here to there.

The dog whimpers in her sleep

And I wonder was it a good whimper or is 

There something

Disturbing going on in her dream?

I walk to the door and open it

As if welcoming some unseen guest.

Is it merely air that i need?

My imagination being of no steadfast company

To me this day.

And words, well

They are all crashing in my brain,

And as quickly as they come,

None.

So here I am standing, staring into the trees 

Waiting for some big

Realization.

All I can think of is you.

Once again you have saved me and I cannot 

Form words;

Bring breath to the why or how.

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.

Spring Once More

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Spring is springing once more.

Tender buds beginning to peak,

Unfold.

New life

Bursting through damp soil;

 Up beyond last falls sacrificial

Leaves released by trees.

Spring.

Awakened by the

Love of the sun.

Shoots of green growing new among trees

Joyously joining

Wise old branches of time.

And again and again it ends and begins

As we come and go.

A natural knowing among earth and sky,

Moon and sun.

Each taking their turn.

Their ways unspoken

In the

Natural knowing.