Story of my root, your root, our root
Story of the morning: Irise
To evening and fall again
after I call my friend
I recall fields of four leafed clovers
Stories of endless lovers delivered me in my present destination
I rise with their love and bless the nation
Our ancestors sent me to you
sent you to me to continue a conversation that we resume daily
I rise in morning to clear the mist of amnesia that clouds my memory
I open my eyes like a new born man
learning life all over again
I talk to my friend
and remember there is no end
Meeting the truth on the mountain
clear as the water beneath redwoods
I drink deep
Get strong get weak
drink sleep
Enter my cave and i die
Carried away in crashing dreams
The tide takes me
moves me and remakes me
I sprout from slumber drawn forth by the sun
I turn over and nudge Brahma awake
To start it all over with a little shake
and continue
Dear Mac
I love this Root story!!
"..I open my eyes like a new born man
learning life all over again.."
Great flow and message!
"..I turn over and nudge Brahma awake.."
Brahma the Creator ... Love it! Thank you for sharing! I enjoyed...
Love & friendship Suzie :-D
"sent you to me to continue a conversation that we resume daily" ... Reminds me of a Rumi line! I love how he wrote his poetry, and I perceive a similarity to yours!! :-D
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
