Re: [VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone] Re: Footprints
- Naga,thanks for the kind comments. It's wonderful to hear about your little red-feathered friend. What a treat to be serenaded every morning! :)Much Light,Nancy
naga_moon_rai <naga.moon@...> wrote:
What a joy to find this here. Definitely, they are Nature's 9th -
especially in the early morning and late afternoon. Love your image
of "the living mound and pulse of life".
I have a cardinal that sings right outside my window in the morning
every morning. He is the first bird I hear and he starts singing a
good 45 minutes before first light, this lone voice. I have taken to
listening for him each morning now when I'm at the computer.
Again, thank for writing this and sharing.
--- In VoicesOfThePhilosophersStone@yahoogroups.com, sole_magick
> Let the ground tumble in
> if the world is without
> the songs and stories of birds
> They are the blue sky
> after slithering in the darkness
> of pain and blindness and fear
> Songs that join
> the entire revolving mound
> and pulse of life
> in to the very heart and soul
> of being
> This is nature's 9th
> Thanks Naga. Your poem touched a sore spot.
> "naga.moon" <naga.moon@...> wrote:
> We slither
> in burrows underground,
> in the mazes
> we create in our minds,
> till our footprints seem
> like the voice of god and
> we write bibles with our feet.
> We hear only
> the pulsed rushing
> in our ears
> so we fall in love
> with percussive sound.
> We don't believe
> in the stories of birdsong.
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Some folks want footnotes
with my poems
points of reference
declarations of knowledge
stored in some ruined building,
I can only glance
over my left shoulder
drag my broken wings
across these poems to myself
drown out the cry
of Kafka walking on insect feet,
mandibles chewing my Soul
like blades of grass.