Recipe for Beginning
Take Seven Directions
And blend them with an oak wand
In a clay bowl made of your hands.
Stir,
Feel, see, the heat of rising sun whooshing
To whirl with fire and noon,
Tempered by water and swimming things in a mix,
To set in stone with rattles shaking your bones.
Take this all to bed with you,
Make love to them with all of you…
Dream of Trees limbs shooting out your ears and eyes
Root deeply… hear the sound of the earth
Be the silent eyes of the mountain rooted,
With ages of knowing and the rumble
Of the deep earths core.
Lie on the beach, limp, with the water lap, lapping you
Lifting you with each surge.
Deeper, higher into suns flame while the Sky watches
The center of you washing magic in…
Awaken to bake this all
Into words,
That can Feed the World.
Nourish.
Walk with light visible on your heels,
Don’t ascend yet.
There is too much to tell…
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