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Poems

Growth and Flow

As a tree logs history in its rings, so, too, our bodies store the record of our lives:

what we eat,

what we see,

what we hear,

what we do,

what we think,

what we say; 

through seasons of plenty, 

through seasons of want.  


Just add water.

Just allow light.

God will grow the tree.


I tap into this tree that is me.

Allowing spirit, that is life, to enter me through sound molded into a spike.

I drink from the sweet;

I drink from the bitter. 

I drink from all the mixtures therein.

See with your ears wide open!

Hear with your eyes fixed on the now!

Feel with your mind sharpened!

Think with your hands and feet and gut!

Remember! and make alive!