Monday, February 7, 2022

before the word was, a no-thingness, so fertile, so empty..

An invisible lake lapping

at the unseen mountain's

base. Water washes bedrock.

Stone receives fluid's incessant flowing.     

      Quiescence 

Lake learns from stillness 

of granite and schist. Learns what?

Perhaps that erosion always

takes two or more and is never

a loss, but is a shape-shifter.

Nature Is Nurture.

Earth nourishes

those with mouths and tongues

to taste, to chew.

Does lake smell mountain?

Does mountain feel lake?

At the lapping place where water and bedrock

migrate, meet and mingle

is there knowing of the primal

feeding here?

If a person enters this space

where lake and mountain touch,

what happens? Wordlessly,

lapping and lapped, life

happening....Can this be

enough?

Aspens shimmer across this yard.

I am 3 years' old and in love.

Do I affect the trees and these

trembling yellow leaves, much as they

astonish me? Aren't we all

sentient beings really? Alive

here and now before

the world had the burdens

and blessings of words?


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