A Stone Throw


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Pull Over,

And walk twenty yards

From the highway.

 

Myth is alive,

Movement rustling in darkness,

Light seeping from clouds,

A slight breeze,

A dancing Lehua blossom

Swaying unseen,

An unbeaten path,

A stone throw

from the known.

 

We are divorced from what’s real,

Believing in our own superiority,

And have we forgotten our relations?

 

The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,

All waiting for us to return home.

 

 

 

 

 

still waters


mauna loa setting

be still my heart

as a mountain absorbed

in mist, in rain, in sun,

her beauty grounded

in her own knowing.

be still

as the spirit stilled the sea,

still my heart,

so I can simply be

here, present, believe

those tears that grace my face

are not mine,

or in reality,

selfishly,

about you or me,

with all the troubles in the world today,

these tears are

just a seeker’s trail,

her heartstrings journey

bound

through ancient time

til’ now,

her still waters,

living waters,

still waiting to be found.

Poetry

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