Thursday, January 29, 2015

Thursday Poem - Clearing

I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
 
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
 
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body will be a rose, a star.
 
If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
 
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.
 
But I think it will be something small, an animal,
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.
 
It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next
is the new life.
 
Morgan Farley
I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body will be a rose, a star.
If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.
But I think it will be something small, an animal,
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.
It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next
is the new life.
By Morgan Farley
- See more at: http://learningtolinger.com/blog/2011/10/09/clearing/#sthash.1blkDvFj.dpuf
I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body will be a rose, a star.
If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.
But I think it will be something small, an animal,
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.
It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next
is the new life.
By Morgan Farley
- See more at: http://learningtolinger.com/blog/2011/10/09/clearing/#sthash.1blkDvFj.dpuf
I am clearing a space
here, where the trees stand back.
I am making a circle so open
the moon will fall in love
and stroke these grasses with her silver.
I am setting stones in the four directions,
stones that have called my name
from mountaintops and riverbeds, canyons and mesas.
Here I will stand with my hands empty,
mind gaping under the moon.
I know there is another way to live.
When I find it, the angels will cry out in rapture,
each cell of my body will be a rose, a star.
If something seized my life tonight,
if a sudden wind swept through me,
changing everything,
I would not resist.
I am ready for whatever comes.
But I think it will be something small, an animal,
padding out from the shadows,
or a word spoken so softly
I hear it inside.
It is dark out here, and cold.
The moon is stone.
I am alone with my longing.
Nothing is happening
but the next breath, and the next
is the new life.
By Morgan Farley
- See more at: http://learningtolinger.com/blog/2011/10/09/clearing/#sthash.1blkDvFj.dpuf

5 comments:

Pienosole said...

A moving and powerful verse.

Guy said...

A lovely poem Cate thank you for posting it.

Guy

Tabor said...

What a compelling collection of words and images. Makes me want to go outside and read that aloud on a moon-filled night.

Barbara R. said...

Thanks for another peaceful setting (photo) and inspirational words!

Mystic Meandering said...

A lovely piece... Reminds me of "surrender" - surrendering into whatever comes, knowing that there is indeed a "another way to live", and waiting with longing for what that is... I relate :)