Sunday, April 24, 2016

Echoes


                                                                         Deep 
                                                                         Ever

                                                                         Sun sand 
                                                                         Echoes 
                                                                         Ring
                                                                         True 
                                                                                --acrostic poem by Noelle, age 8 and Danielle, age Mom


The desert 
this place of origin 
Before the life grows strong


Where elements sing ancient songs 


And the bones of our past lay exposed

Do we have the courage to look at them? Learn from them?


Fire bakes, 
Earth boulders and quakes 


Water streams relief 
Air whispers palm leaf dreams 

If you want to know the truth 
And strength of who you are 
And came to be


Walk among the thorns 


This is not the place of illusion 
Where patterns and color 



And fancy feathers and dances 
Tell you a story and ask you to believe 


This is the place where illusion comes to die 
Torn by a thousand needles


Impossible it seems
to wind through 


The unrelenting penetrations
Of precious outer boundaries


 Perhaps it's the surface wounds
That sting the most 


But then
A little Self awareness and
the Under-Standing of your own feet (find that center point)


take you through easily
Even beautifully 


Your reward -
the silence 
And the still hollow 
Of Thought-Lessness

And that whisper through the palms?
It was You all along.
Circle back on yourself 


All the voices become One 
No arguments to be had  


Whole again 
Your steps feel as big as the mountains


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