I am a great crow. In the tree’s top I beat and beat and beat my wings. I leave everything I touch uprooted and searching. You think this is destruction, that the tree is dying. But I do this in order to extract the acorn and drop it from my beak into your hand. Notice how the acorn cannot feel Neither can It hear or know It exists in utter darkness below the earth Where things go when they expire. It is hard and turned inward on itself,Wracked with defenses. And yet it breathes—and yet it grows—curled Changing silently unseen, unfurling. I am hear to remind you of it’s name, of the thing it is. Unless you take this creature of compact dirt spaces, of dormancy, And cultivate it, make it your own: You will not get this beautiful tree, grounded, Reaching to the heavens with outstretched arms You will not hear the birds coming to nest there, or see bark browns and leafy greens, Or feel the sacred blood flowing through its veins. Instead, grow from where you have landed Buried like a seed under the earth. Do not hate it, meet it in anger, For then it turns dark and barren, corrosive to life. Even if it hurts, even if you scream, even if you can't bear the sight of it, Feed it, love it. Nurture it, nurture yourself.
I call you, innocence, light, sun at dawn, Shine in my heart. Song of words, new and clear, aching life, Free to breathe, still to be, to be still, It is I, the joy you seek, I, the color of your truth. I answer and question, My eyes are clear with unknowing I am untouched by grief, I am the peace within you, the journey's end, I am life once suffering is wrung out of it Dried clean in the sun I am your shelter, your ideal, your striving Neither blemished by disease nor ill at ease with character I am the beautiful song bird that sings and sings and sings to the world. I am hope I am dream I am your longing calling yearning love of nature And the star of the sky I am a humming bird, I sing, I laugh, I fly. I'm an experience that's just begun I am the turn, and the joy upon return You see this beautiful sunflower? See how its face bends to the light? So open, so patient, so vulnerable, so expectant, Smiling at the world, greeting it anew? No fear could touch that flower, no loss could it endure, And in that respect it is fragile and demure. This is who you truly are. This is you beneath the sea of pain and the shock of fear Beautiful you, whole you, vast and strong Unafraid to cry, to dance, to speak, to shout. Radiant and radiating from inside you open out Tall and purposive, drinking in the mystery without hesitation The feeling you do not have yet, waiting upon the horizon Known there beneath the shadows of confusion That tiny flame that burns in you alone, When to yourself you finally come home.!