Thursday, December 29, 2016

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.

Morgan Farley


Barbara Rogers said...

The medicine wheel of our existence. Just as you say, becoming.

Mystic Meandering said...

Powerful words - "I am ready for whatever comes..." Have been pondering this myself, peering into the unknowns of the coming year. Can't say I am ready - not many of us can, I don't think... But look at you! You have peered into the "darkness" and "found another way to live" - to move through it all with grace... Bows to you _/\_

Kiki said...

Beauty both, in a marvellous nature-Take and poem - we are a few days in native Switzerland and not a snowflake in sight..... - I gorge on your winter-beauties. Thank You