My garden is full Of tulips that tremble at fierce dandelions Of brave daffodils, And some weed with millions Of unidentifiable prickles Thorns gently pull Catnips at my heels Limitless tendrils Of ivy that holds tight, Of crabgrass that Yes, Will And rose buds that Just Might
A sculptor of syllables Keeper of time The flux and the malleable Rhythm of rhyme Explorer of existing Jungle of songs Connector considering Where wonder belongs A seeker of sensemaking Finder of links Unique and ubiquitous Patterns of things
I don’t know why people shoot other people. Anger? Hatred? Sadness? There are other choices……. A mission of anger Is grief inside out A mission of hatred Is showing self doubt A mission of worry Is bowing to fate A mission of hurry Is just running late As the captain of Any one that you choose A mission… Continue reading Mission
Generally we think of trees as passive, as silent giants at the mercy of our axes and chainsaws. I have reason to think differently, and here’s why. I’m lucky enough to live by a big 2000 acre woods near a reservoir, and I’m in there walking all the time. There are many paths for walking,… Continue reading Civil disobedience in trees
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