It is before
the bell strikes
that I am
struck
by the sound
a bright thrum
through my
heart
perfect and
unbroken
that remains
long after
solid, singing
notes have
come and
gone
long after
the breath
-the last one
I wrote this with a meditation bell in mind. I think it could also be about being struck by an idea or insight.
There is a
dark green
turning
of the world.
Fires roar,
scattered
earth mountains
explode
great oceans
pulled into
the sky
whiten
into falling
snow.
Green spirit, the land
is changed
where you walk.
Trees speak
with your breath
tiny creatures
are revealed,
illuminated
by your fires
you tame us
all wild things
our fiery longing
our oceans of fear
our windswept hearts
until
we begin
again
gentle,
quiet as
fallen snow.
