Healing and growth through intuitive art
Weeds grow haphazardly in the village
And the village travels like a boat
On the face of history
To reach its destination
Aren’t the weeds distracting to the travel?
And what’s the village’s goal, if not
To travel while the weeds distract?
And why is the goal so far away
Along the waves of words,
And not right here, right now?
Sitting near the river
He is sitting in meditation
A bigger friend from many lifetimes
Is sitting with him
It is near the river
And you can see the water flow
Through his body
The mountains are really waves
Of soft energy
Warm in the summer’s afternoon
Taking his heart out with them
To the next turn of the river
It is a wonder
That there is still
Some of him
Here.
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