Tag: nature
“Mother Earth and Cedar Tree Notes”
Mother Earth,
Pay attention to that phrase
Cabin in the Mountain of Forests
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As there is always Sun, there is always Waves
Then there is air,
A Spray,
A Full Light
It starts at the muffled bottom.
murky
Subtle pull back, then forth
Tumultuous tossing
There is pressure, then release
Pulled up towards the light
There is sound with it
Wider, then tighter
Freedom, then confinement.
Light, then Dark,
Like a pendulum, a swing,
A dance that swirls
And bubbles
Then there is Air
A spray
A Full Light.
A Wind Carries Droplet’s
Each a prism under the Sun
Some Evaporating into the air,
Some will become
the Hiss that Covers the Shore, then goes silent.
The Water recedes as it gets ready to release its spray again,
Then Again
Then Again
Then Again
Then Again
And
Always.
As there is always Sun, there is Always Waves.
Molten then Rock
It is a Rock that feels warmth, then cold, then warmth.
This for the Rock is how it began.
First in fire, then cooled.
Pressure formed its shape.
Constant churning of
Atmosphere, layers of earth, dirt, water, more stones
Tumbled from the depths to the surface over
Centuries, over Eon’s
Over a vast, endless period of time
The churning is a constant
To the Stone,
To the Creatures that walk upon it,
Toss it, build with it, Carve it
It is a constant in their lifetime.
Solid as a Rock.
The Rock will feel the light of days,
Coolness of Nights,
It feels the duality of time,
Creatures that speedily
Live their lives above the ground, then return to the Earth
As waste, then repeat their cycles through dirt,
Grass, Plants, Bugs, Prey, Predator
It will feel the landmasses float on magma as they
Crash into each other
Push up mountains, bury and squeeze Oceans into
Rivers and lakes.
The Rock will ride a land mass below the surface, be
Churned into hot lava to be spit up again,
Churned with other Molten Rock,
Spit up again to cool under the Sun, then the Moon
As they take their tangent infinite spins.
This is the Nature of Rock
It’s sense of time is not Daylight then Nighttime.
It is to be Mountains, then Stones, then Landmasses
Then Lava, then Mountains, then Stones, then Landmasses.
Molten, then Rock
Molten, then Rock
Molten, then Rock
A Moment of Nothingness
Leaving room in the air
It was between Stars missing its Moon
and on a field
Of once Sun-Drenched Grass
Crickets stopped rubbing their legs
Leaving room in the air for the sound of
the Breeze as it finished its brush with the tips
Of the Grass
It’s a Pause
A Stop
Empty Air looking to be filled
By something long distanced
That is missing its Moon
Its Sun-Drenched Grass
It is a sound that doesn’t come
The Pause of the Grass Hesitates
The Sun Missing Stars Blink
It is a moment of Nothingness
As broad as there is Horizons.
As quickly
The Breeze enters from the North
Begins to move the tips of the Grass
The Stars Blink
And Crickets
Restart their Stridulation
It is Eon’s of ion’s and Rock’s
All Edges of Land Meet Water
It is Eons of Ion’s and Rock’s
All edges of land meet water.
With the rotation of the Earth,
The Breath of the Wind,
Waves Splash on Rocks.
It is:
Eons,
Ions
and
Rocks.
It is a Shield and Spear Paradox
That makes Sand.
This is why Sand is appropriate for an Hourglass.
To Each
Grain
Of
Sand
It is Eons of Ion’s and Rock’s
June Under Full Moon
In the woods, just a few yards West from Woods Lake.
I had cleared a small area for a cabin
It was the year I was living in Monroe,
In the woods, just a few yards west of Woods lake.
I had cleared a small area for a small cabin
Some nights I slept in a tent, some nights I slept at a buddy’s abandoned house about 2 or 3 miles down the road.
The Property is 11 miles north of Highway 2,
It is mostly 2nd growth cedars now, 1st growth was taken in the 60s, though there are some stumps left from a fire that was started by lightening.
One of which a hundred yards or so from the build sight had been hollowed out by time, dirt floor, empty space of maybe a 7 foot diameter
The top 6 or so feet up was shaped like a cave.
I had placed a foldable chair and small table there for sitting,
Of which I would do so often, listen to the rain dance on leaves, or wind play with branches an occasional deer would walk by and not even notice that I was sitting there with my cup of tea.
It was an escape into this tree that I liked the best of Monroe.
There is something indescribable about being inside of a tree trunk unseen while you watch the weather, birds and creatures.
Something like a live action tv I guess with smell of wood, leaves, dirt and rot, no one knows that you are there.
It is a peace that I can only imagine one can find when they are truly separated from the world and all its dysfunctional hustle and bustle.
We think of Full Moons as magical, beautiful and mysterious, I guess we do so for its folklore.
I will say, the woods are different under Full Moons, trees and paths are lit at night, you can walk and see your feet, where you are going, you can see subtle shades of green, browns, reds.
There are also shadows.
Shadows of differing greys and shapes, they move with the clouds that come between you and the moon, this accents the sounds of moving branches and leaves that the breeze or wind, or small creatures make. Creatures are busier, Owls, Coyotes, Raccoons, Mice.
It is their time, they take advantage of the moon and the deer are aware.
This is where being in a Hallowed out Old Growth Cedar is a Harbor,
The breeze will enter, swirl inside its cave, give you the scents of the forest, exit with the sounds of the breeze, of the wind, of the branches of the leaves
and the sounds of a hoot owl.
Transit Transients and Other Stories 