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Susanne West |
LIFE WEB
Young children
say 'Hi' to squirrels,
butterflies, plants, bees -
converse with ducks,
trees, the creek.
They cry when we kill spiders.
My granddaughter talked to
flowers, chairs, doors
until she was five.
They know their place in
the web of life.
They know Oneness,
don't divide ordinary and
extraordinary,
animate and inanimate,
superior and inferior.
Young children know there
is deep wise knowing in
every form -
and in the formless,
that a wise web
connects us all.
When I remember to
dethrone my 'self,'
break the spell of
separateness,
remember that I am
birdsong and the
sycamore roots,
that I am the moaning
glaciers and grieving
elephants -
I am humbled.
I remember my place.
OUR CONVERSATIONS
When I give our
conversations to
the Sacred
before we meet,
I don't see the
yesterday of you
or need to know the
future of you.
You are new.
I let you be a
question
that doesn’t need
an answer.
You are outside the
lines.
So am I.
I NEED TO WEEP
Everything in me
is weeping lately -
not always -
or I'd just disappear
into the sea.
I need to weep
to keep my heart open,
soft.
I need to weep
so I will stay awake to
the cruelty being
inflicted on our kindreds
all over this planet -
including, of course,
the myriad ways we
abuse our dear
Earth Mother and all
of Her children,
who are also our children.
I need to weep.
I also need to remember
and receive the blessings
of the Sacred,
the gifts of Goodness when
they glisten in my day -
the eyes of strangers that
beam kindness and kinship,
poems with threads of Light
that announce themselves
and want to speak through
my pen,
beads of Love that appear
in my tangles of thought,
Wisdom whispers when
I’m hurting.
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