I didn’t know about fortune.
It was treasure you hunted,
or magically found,
Now I see it is grown
of a tiny seed planted,
deep in the soil of you.
Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.
Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.
All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.
Her gifts – who could forget them?
Did you see her gentle curves?
The way her spine supports her children?
It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.
Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?
How many lessons can you learn from one dog?
One complicated dog –
Patience is the one that comes to mind and of course
The art of the breath
And I can do this –
I’m laughing at your funny looks
You greeting with entirety
The strangers who are friends
And those already enslaved by your cuteness
Happy singing tail
The sad, wise eyes.
Then at home –
The nervous tears
The insistent crying, “Give me what I want!”
“You are driving me crazy!” I yell
We look at each other, the stare-off
And then I smile and surrender –
Call upon the patience
And love again –
The long, velvet ears
The kisses and licks
Short, soft fur
Now you are all spirit
I follow your path
Low to the ground
Full of heart
Had I been adequately prepared for your visit,
I would have…
Plucked the weeds from my garden
And replaced them with budding beauties,
Invited you to sit on a soft carpet of moss,
Shaded by growing greenery,
Planned a picnic of your favorite delicacies from distant lands.
I could not arrange an appropriate setting,
Yet you made yourself at home among weeds and unpainted boards.
You refused refreshment and placed my needs ahead of your own.
Like our Lord, you came to serve.
Long after sunglow, I’ll savor your sensitivity.
~Nancy J. Ressler
There was a day each year
when baby ducks were led
from the nest behind the school
through crowds of teachers, students, praise
Waddling over smooth, linoleum floors
through the lobby where the crowd
beheld the sacred, duckling footsteps to the door
They would leave the nest
smooth, round tables
long days of numbers and words
for dreams of water songs and wings
© Angela Bigler 2013
I should have bowed down
I should have told you
I could see you
Like the wings of all those geese
Who flew away
When we could not
Our minds are different
Like tight wound wire
All the songs and visions
The feelings come in swarms
Through skin and bone
All those nerves
For a breath
Within the flame
Where would words be?
Would summer be so deep and hot?
Can we live without ourselves?
Maybe, for a day
A quiet respite
In an angry, tired grave?
You have a light
To the weight
Of all these
Till you bow down
Head to earth
And shed the blame
© Angela Bigler 2013
Dreaming takes down
The light curtain
Bathes us with visions of pregnant earth
Her life, her dreams
If we could listen in
Hear her whisper in the trees
See the color in their dreams
Those monolithic earth whale redwoods
Go see them in your heart
When you cannot feel their leaves
She meets us there
That rooted beauty
Folds our prayers
Into her soft bark
Her singing leaves
Her living roots
Us to strength
Footstep by footstep
Her graceful image
All of them
These waking walking earth dreams
© Angela Bigler 2013
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