Saturday, April 11, 2015

Wolfsong


Wolf Paw and Human Hand by Alex17 at redbubble.com


My inner wolf stirs under the Pink Moon,
howling the possibility of a world of connection,
with the land, and with each other,
a world of social justice for all,
humans and ecosystems alike.

Wolf is Presence,
life on its keenest edge, honed.
She is transcendence; to her  
death is part of the cycle of life : 
renewal and sustenance.
Our eyes, now,  are opened;  
we see with a fearsome clarity
what is meant for us here: cooperation, 
connection, interdependence, balance.
They can shoot Mother Wolf from helicopters,
but she is wily. She will find a way to hide,
to survive, to outlive our ignorance
until we finally realize the truth.
We need her here. 
She is our wildish nature, our love of the land.
She is our deepest heart.

We grandmothers are the wisdom-keepers.
It is time, now, to speak what we know,
the deep wolfish knowing
that humankind has lost its way.
Time to remember the ancient pathways,
and follow them to the Source,
time to remember that from 
the tiniest bit of stardust in the galaxy
to the smallest sprout upon the forest floor, 
all, all, is part of the great wheel of life.
All has its purpose here.

Visit the closest tree you see. 
Place your hand on its trunk.
Do you feel it?
Endurance, Stoicism, Deep Being.
It breathes out. We breathe in.
We are the same.

Each breath of peaceful energy you exhale
stirs the molecules, adds its weight,
helps to right this tilting planet.
If a few billion of us breathe peace
at exactly the same moment,
will not balance, and hope,  finally arrive?


for my mini challenge at Real Toads : keeping our balance in an imbalanced world. Day 11 of Poem a Day April

21 comments:

  1. We grandmothers are the wisdom-keepers.
    It is time, now, to speak what we know,
    the deep wolfish knowing
    that humankind has lost its way...

    This whole poem is an inspiration, Sherry. Thank you.

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    1. I can't say it any better, Sherry. Beautiful

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    2. Hopping on this train...yes...sigh...so inspiring and the close caused a great exhale...perfect.

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  2. This is such an inspiring piece of work Sherry :D

    Visit the closest tree you see.
    Place your hand on its trunk.
    Do you feel it?
    Endurance, Stoicism, Deep Being.
    It breathes out. We breathe in.
    We are the same.

    Its so true... we must respect Mother Nature... and all living things and we are all connected. We must love and protect it from being destroyed.
    Love,
    Sanaa

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  3. If only everyone could listen!!! *sigh*

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  4. Endurance, Stoicism, Deep Being.
    It breathes out. We breathe in.
    We are the same.

    Each breath of peaceful energy you exhale
    stirs the molecules, adds its weight,
    helps to right this tilting planet.

    I am inspired by this entire pooem. Your wisdom: wolf and tree wisdom. I am breathing a you say, everyday. Thank you.

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  5. there are so many others things in life to fear that are let go to roam.... hope you had a good howl after writing this... LOL

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  6. Yes, it is time for the grandmothers to speak what they know... When, if not now? And, oh, if only everyone would begin breathing peace...

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  7. "will not balance, and hope, finally arrive?"
    the question is rhetorical surely

    much love...

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  8. Wow. I feel as if your poem is written from my heart. You say what I wish to say. I love the idea of breathing peace, and I am always hoping we realize that we are one world that needs a cooperative existence. Well, I needn't say more. You've said it all. You are blessed Sherry to say these truths so well.

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  9. Beautiful and hopeful, Sherry!

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  10. You're right - it's time of the wisdom of grandmothers. With so many things out there that are wrong, violent, hateful we need all the peaceful energy we can get. xx

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  11. Nice, nice, Sherry. Thank you too, for the prompt idea.
    I am glad that you have an inner wolf. I do also, it loves to howl at the moon, using my vocal cords. It also grows fans and bites women on the neck at full moon but not always. Always it uses my fangs.
    ..

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  12. I couldn't agree with you more, Sherry, and wish I could have found words for your prompt on a subject so very close to my heart. :C

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  13. This is so beautiful and I join my voice to all the voices of agreement. Your final verse shall become my prayer. Thank you so much for having us seek balance, seek peace, seek being more than our chaos.

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  14. This is one of my all time favorites of yours. I know. I feel. I believe.

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  15. Wonderful, as are all your poems in this vein. I particularly love verse 3.

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  16. This is a lovely poem, Sherry--a wonderful awareness to try to cultivate. Thanks. k.

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  17. Cheers, Sherry and your wild, deep heart~
    This is glorious~ And your ending-wow!

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  18. beautiful. you know of Nick Drake's album, yes? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3sQv04CFSdE ~

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  19. I believe you speak for many of us who still hope. Beautiful poem.

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