Thursday, November 19, 2009

Landing


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:

comfrey cottages said...

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

The Plant Whisperer said...

thank you love!

jaz said...

ahhh :)
thanks ananda

Emma said...

Beautiful! :)

Toti said...

I love your blog ^^

Saludos from Chile!!!