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Rich Vein of Silence
The water lays still, unmoving in the sweet interval between dark and first light, the cool air settled without dawn’s draft of warmth to raise the early breeze. In that quiet space the heart lays open and still feeling the movement toward light resting in the rich vein of silence calmly reaching into the depth while across the sea only peace. donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
At the Threshold
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Weaving a New Pattern
A cold northerly wind follows the ebb tide water and air temperature equal at half the human Fahrenheit pushing back the effort to lessen the long grip of winter; Junuary we call it above the 45th with wool and fleece still in force. Somewhere in the deep cavern carved by the Mississippi bedrock is fissured, fractured by the forces of pre history and the latest Gulf war signaling a step in evolution or the end to a failed experiment. I put my hands upon the Earth yesterday with saw and shear saying yes or no thinning madronna that thrives on this rock fighting back thorns and strangling vines building rock surrounds for seedling trees against the threat of my own predation using rake and cart to comb and brush the energy of desire down through the tools untangling and weaving a new pattern speaking to Her in the simplest terms letting Her know if I go or will stay.. » read more
Weaving a New Pattern
A cold northerly wind follows the ebb tide water and air temperature equal at half the human Fahrenheit pushing back the effort to lessen the long grip of winter; Junuary we call it above the 45th with wool and fleece still in force. Somewhere in the deep cavern carved by the Mississippi bedrock is fissured, fractured by the forces of pre history and the latest Gulf war signaling a step in evolution or the end to a failed experiment. I put my hands upon the Earth yesterday with saw and shear saying yes or no thinning madronna that thrives on this rock fighting back thorns and strangling vines building rock surrounds for seedling trees against the threat of my own predation using rake and cart to comb and brush the energy of desire down through the tools untangling and weaving a new pattern speaking to Her in the simplest terms letting Her know if I go or will stay. donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
Into the Forever Reach-poem
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Gaia’s Lover
She called out from an island, one among many of the inland sea. In first light he raced with the ebb keen to remain with the current for the miles yet to travel, yet as she lifted the veil from her beauty he startled and turned, his gaze then his boat, paddling toward the vision of rock green and towering trees like fresh water to his salt stained skin. She marked him with a fleeting vision and though he joined the rushing tide he vowed beyond reason to return. The courtship lasted years though his future was fashioned that first summer morning to love and be loved by an island in the sea, to live within her ever changing temple, to let her spurned beauty be the wealth of his life, her waters his deepest solace, his prayers for her most passionate; strangely unnoticed and sorely abused for her his simple attention matters most, to be witnessed and seen in all of her phases, admired and loved as a sentient being in the tender regard of a true lover.. » read more
Morning Devotion
Quieting the tempest of thought inner seas begin to calm the weight of expectation sinking waves of animosity laying down until surface mirrors the open sky a deeper presence within the Earth rising through bedrock and lifted to the temple finding form in breadth of water still before the morning sun. donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
She is Giving Birth
Thick clouds and cold air confuse the expectation as if we’re turning retrograde toward winter; talk in a coffee shop about weird weather, looking to the sky for light; in the Gulf of Mexico Gaia’s artery lays open altering the sea irrevocably; fish and birds are witness to a threshold crossed; sky brightens through the clouds but an eerie sense remains of a strange new time; Gaia integrates, this is nature but who will attend Her labor? The wet leaves receive what comes and out to sea there is a cry, the earth trembling; She is giving birth.. » read more
LIVE ON
Two birds float in the channel as wind lifts the water like corduroy, behind his old weathered face the bay stretches to distant islands across the sea his home so many years; the problems with being a man don’t change but within the fold of this larger setting where air and sea and sun still breathe the broader fetch over waters reach keep inviting him: live on, live on! donhynes.com/blog/. » read more
Pink Snow
Walking along the sidewalk I bump into a drooping branch, the flower laden plum tree filling the air with a song of soft color; stopped by her touch, I pause in prayer for all she has given her pink snow beginning to fall showering the pavement with light. http://donhynes.com/blog/?p=110 April 16, 2010. » read more
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