There's an ember in my soul
smouldering with sweetgrass
and red cedar
stoking me onward
keeping me breathing
There's a mist in my song
gifted to me
by velvet leaf and translucent idea
A mountain in my eyes
melting snow and staring down detonators
making mistakes
missing the roots growing before them
within them
There's a forest on my skin breathing
mushrooms in and branches out
of slippery mossed rock body under sky
over ancestors and between worlds
There are ferns in my back curving
perfectly into cliffs over hemlocks under laughing
rolling children in between times and moments
alive with river rushing thrill and trill and hoot
and loam
There's leaves in my trees and toes
akin to evergreen joy
under whispering bark above nut covered ground in
between gifts
5 comments:
beautiful imagery ananda. i could just see a fern frond snugged up to the shape of your back:)love the flowing, transmuting qualiy
hugs:) thank you for sharing
thank you love!
ahhh :)
thanks ananda
Beautiful! :)
I love your blog ^^
Saludos from Chile!!!
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