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Sunday, June 2, 2024

Waves

 




Our time is brief.
We slip away, out the open window
into the starry night.

Behind us, we leave memories,
tears and laughter, poems,
so those we leave behind can find us
and remember.

Watch for Grandmother Owl,
flying across your windshield,
looking in at you,
her head turned back
to hold your gaze
even as she flies into the forest.

She brings a message
from the otherworld.
Listen to whispers on the wind.
Walk in an old growth forest.
Watch for the messengers.
There be spirits there.

Look for me in old man's beard
and fiddlehead fern.
Hear the song of the eternal waves,
forever advancing and retreating
in my heart.

3 comments:

  1. "Listen to whispers on the wind.
    Walk in an old growth forest.
    Watch for the messengers."
    And then I hear the Walt Whitman rhythm in your work--#52 in Song of Myself--and a totally original you with beard and fern and waves moving in your heart. Beautiful!

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  2. Hear the song of the eternal waves,
    forever advancing and retreating
    in my heart - this is so beautiful!!!

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  3. I did believe there is communication between the worlds through animals. Owls are especially messageners - Truedessa.

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