She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Snowflakes

They were talking about climate change
On the radio
And one of them said

“All this talk about ‘tipping points’ is a myth
There are no such things as tipping points
That’s just scientific make believe”

Now I am thinking
No such thing
As tipping points?

Someone who doesn’t believe in
Tipping Points
Wouldn’t believe in
Earthquakes
Volcanoes
Lightning bolts
Avalanches
Ice ages
Mass extinctions
Nuclear fusion
Just to name a few things
I’m sure…

And they wouldn’t believe in

Snowflakes…

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

The Echo

This was the song
Of long ago
That I had once sought
And never
found
Until it came
And found me…



The Sun escaped
From brooding
Blind darkness
With her companions
In tow

Gravitational eddies
Will do that…

Condensing
Collapsing
Igniting
She bathed
Her young companions
With light

Fire ruled the Earth
For quite some time
At the beginning…

Eventually
Things cooled
Molten rock
Gave way to solid stone
The Sun
Blazing
In the black sky
Gave way to smoke
Vapors

And steam

Things kept cooling
Until
Something happened
For the very first time

It rained

The angry hot ground hissed
And the blazing photons glared
Fire and Water
In a great confrontation
Compromising
Eventually
Found their place
And conspired
To make the weather

Now it is said
Of all the elements
That Water is the most…
Musical

And so
Most beloved
By mankind

Truly
Water speaks to us
And knows many
Many
Songs

Especially the rain…
We hearken to it
Even when we curse it
There is something so
Familiar
About its sound

It is hundreds of songs
Sung at once
Each drop
A voice

It was the rain
That found me
One night
Whispering to me in my sleep
As she often does

Then waking me
With a mighty storm

And then I heard it
The rain was singing
The song
Of long ago

Older even
Than the stones
Can remember

An ancient echo
Echo
Echo

Of the oldest of songs



Sunday, June 15, 2008

Air

And so we come to it
These pages
Made of
electrons
Ones
Zeros
They connect us

There are certain
themes
Ideas
Thoughts
About
People
Magic
Art
Time
Truth
Love
Loss
Life
Death
Beauty
Tolerance
Justice
Courage…

We
share them
They connect us as well

But there is something
more
Something tactile
From deep inside us
It knows us
Is a part of us
And it connects us all
Physically

For we all touch
Feel and breath
The same




Air

We dwell
At the bottom
Of the sky

An ocean of air
All about us

It permeates our bodies
Gets intimate
On a cellular level
With
Every
Single
Last
One of us
Without exception

Always working
Never resting
Air is the catalyst
That drives
The vast cycles
Of life
Bringing oxygen
To fuel the fire within you
Returning carbon dioxide
Back to the green plants
Water
Nitrogen
Carbon

Cycles
We don’t even see
Keep us alive

Air
Protects us
From the hazards
Of deep space
Exchanges energy
With the oceans
To bring us weather


Witness
To all our deeds
Air is
The unforgiving
Collective conscience
That unites

Our bodies
Souls

The eagle has wings
But it is the Air
That carries him aloft

His flight

Is an act of faith

Of the highest degree

Friday, June 13, 2008

It's In The Breeze

The wind sings
Speaking to what is
Speaking of cold far away
Of rain to come
Of the burning desert
Of the oceans deep...

She knows

The wind touches
All places
All things
Connecting

Reminding

The wind
Hears all sorrows
Feels all transgressions
Understands no excuses

She knows

We keep no secrets
From the wind

What we give to her
She gives back
Without judgment
Without stopping
For anyone
Anything

Reminding

Passing
Through darkness
Daylight
The intimate places
Of our thoughts
The aftermath
Of our deeds

She knows

Reminding

With her song

All we need do
Is listen…

As I listen
I am reminded
Of an old song
Wedged somewhere
Between my memory
My conscience
And my heart

Nature’s Way

It's nature's way of telling you
Something's wrong
It's nature's way of telling you
Hear the song

It's nature's way of receiving you
It's nature's way of retrieving you
It's nature's way of telling you



Something's wrong


It's nature's way of telling you
It’s in the breeze
It's nature's way of telling you
Dying trees

It's nature's way of receiving you
It's nature's way of retrieving you
It's nature's way of telling you



Something's wrong


It's nature's way, it's nature's way
It's nature's way, it's nature's way

It's nature's way of receiving you
It's nature's way of retrieving you
It's nature's way of telling you
Something's wrong
Something's wrong



Something's wrong

Spirit - 1970

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

The Sound of the Wind




These trees

No longer exist

Harvested in 1992
To avoid risking them
To disease
That kills red pines

Paper
Plywood
Paneling
Furniture
Building materials…

The biggest went
For log cabin homes
Right here
In upstate NY
And in Canada

When I see people
Wasting paper
I think of

These trees

Which my grandfather
Planted
With his own hands

Which my family
Tended
For over seventy years

If not for red pine blight
The largest
Would have been allowed to grow
Would have become giants
In another fifty years or so

When I was young
I walked among

These trees

For hours
Days
At a time

They were big magic to me

Sacred
Devine


I will admit
I loved them more
Than some people
I have met


I will never forget
How they made me feel

As I sat
Among them

As I walked
Beneath those awesome boughs

The sound of the Wind
In their branches
And long fine beautiful needles
Will never fade from my memory

The sound of the Wind
In their branches
Will never fade from my memory

The sound of the Wind
Will never fade from my memory

Now the sky
Is a mighty thing
Big magic indeed
It is there
The clouds sing
Wander
Feed

High above
They hold their court
They debate
Deliberate

Proclamations
Issued
To all the world
Issued
On the breath

Of the Wind

Air
Gathering
Moving
Passing
Sounding

The Wind
Played

These trees

Like a vast
Perfect instrument

Played the songs
Of Earth

I was lucky
When I was young
For the wind
And the trees
Conspired
And I learned of them
Many songs

Beautiful songs
Days long
You cannot stop

Once you start
Knowing full well
They will
Break your heart

Some Songs
I fear
I will not share
Lest you fall into them
And disappear

Into their joy
And sorrow

The basic winds
I suppose
With care
Are safe enough
For me
To dare...

The East Wind
Lifts through the trees
From the creekbeds
In the valley
Gusting
They bring thunderstorms
Soon
Turn your feet
To home

The North Wind
The pines creak
Sway
Snap
Salute in formation
To the hard sun above
Breath deep
Feel it
Cherish it

The South Wind
A Silent sirens call
Sleepy whispers
Murmuring
Like a waterfall
Far away
Watch for rain
Come evening
The following day

The West Wind…

The West Wind
Passes time
It is the keeper
Of the seasons
And of the every day things

Rhythmic
Waves of air
Washing the trees
Like
Light surf
On pebbled beach
Just over the dunes

So subtle
Was the West Wind's song
That you would
Acclimate
Your blood pressure
And your heart rate
To it’s long
Long rhythm

Without even knowing it

You became one
With

These trees