THE RESONANCE OF TREES

resonnaceRemembering my Inner Shaman

The resonance of trees
sensual feeling of the breeze
a time frame slower than
my senses can perceive

There’s this unseen hum, now
near my inner ear
something I can hardly sense,
it seems so distinct and clear

All around these miracles
beyond the limits of my senses
as I try to know the sense of it
within my own so small lens –

but this resonance of trees today
inviting me to share,
to take my animated presence
where the trees cannot dare

To feel within this resonance
1,000 images passing me by

So, I set the metronome
so very very low.
this resonance and
so slow drum beat,
so much lower
than I know

Is it real?
Ask the trees
if this is so –

This resonance of trees
as I walk now with the breeze
in this time frame slower than
my senses can perceive

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GENERATIONAL ANXIETY

Stranger in Doorway

For a Sunrise Child

Who are you child?
Who do you follow?
What do you know?
You’re not on drugs, are you?
What’s your anxiety?

I know it seems
nobody’s doing anything
to love your world,
the environment,
the constant devaluing,
the Twitterisms,
the compulsive materialism.

It seems all around.
There’s no coherence,
it seems.

There’s this feeling
of detachment,
of so much suffering,
of abandonment
local or worldwide.

Nurture your mind,
Nurture your heart,
Nurture your soul.
BE WHO YOU ARE,
and I Love You.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

EARTH PLEDGE

Earth in Space3

I pledge allegiance to the Earth
And all its sacred parts,
Its water, land, and living things
And all its human hearts.

I pledge allegiance to all life
And promise I shall care
To love and share all its gifts
With people everywhere.

Anonymous

HOME IS WHERE MY BEING IS

Beside Still Water

Oh, you’re a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday
Now it’s my turn to say
and I say, “You’re a holiday.”
—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

VAN GOGH’S THOUGHTFUL SPOT

thoughtful-spot

The plaque explained that Van Gogh would go daily and sit by a fountain in the middle of town, his Thoughtful Spot, to sketch people as they walked by.

I looked back at his paintings around the room with new appreciation. He had the ability to paint like Rembrandt, but that was not the art that poured from his soul.

Each day he sat in his Thoughtful Spot watching people, sketched hands, and dreamed. Then he returned to his studio and chose to fill the canvas with extravagant beauty.

All writers need a Thoughtful Spot to sit, ponder, and soak in the world around us. Where’s yours?

 

EARTH SPIRIT

craggy-gardens-trail

EARTH SPIRIT

Let the Earth

join with my spirit.

Let the wind

bring forth my joy.

As I move forward,

feeling the sun

as I am walking

now through my day.

Let the Earth

Be as my mother,

bringing forth

 an array of life

so very supportive.

Let the earth in

abundance of water,

and greenness of trees,

the air filling

my spirit and lungs

through this day,

as I am walking

through my life today.

 

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earthday Reusables

Frenchs Test

EARTHDAY REUSABLES

What if somebody
opened a market called
EARTHDAY REUSABLES,
and people brought in
different crafted items
from their everyday throwaways.

They could say,
“I made one small step
for the environment,
and created
something practical, and
something of beauty.”

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

ALL LIFE’S TREASURES

Portrait-with good hat

ALL LIFE’S TREASURES

I have lived through
many changes and experiences.
I have died a death to move on
I have been in fullness.
I have lived through emptiness
and darkness.

I have expressed love
I have loved
I have been loved

Life inside and outside
continues to unfold in Mystery.

I can be in this still point
in this space between
this unfolding future,
and these receding memories
and pasts in the mirror.

I can be grateful
for all Life’s learnings,
for all Life’s challenges,
for all Life’s treasures.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY

Contemplating a Sunset

Mobile Bay Sunset

I’ve worked night shift at a care center, and I’ve watched the slow advent of dawn in the morning before anyone was awake and before the sun had arisen. It’s quite an awesome and I want to say other worldly process to contemplate. Walking at my favorite pond this evening, I had the opportunity to show up just as the process of sunset was occurring. The temperature was just right and there was a slight evening wind blowing across the water. As I’ve stated before, the colors here are amazing and actually were shifting while the sun was going down behind the trees.

When I began my walk, the sun was just above the tree tops and bright. As I stopped to sit down on a bench, the sun went behind the trees and the light, the colors, and the reflections on the pond began to slowly shift. What I was experiencing is difficult to put this into words. I think we imagine this change from day to night as being an abrupt kind of thing. What I witnessed took about 45 minutes, and then lights began coming on in the city. On the pond, the wind caused wave patterns which changed as the temperature of evening changed. The colors and reflections on the water of the trees and the picnic house also changed to gradually darker colors of brown, shadow, and greenish black from the trees.

All of this and more was how I witnessed this everyday event in nature. As I stayed contemplating the process, what struck me most was how gradual the changes were occurring. As I said, it was not an abrupt process. The gradual process was occurring to my eyes in the changing colors, the wave patterns on the water, the changing temperature, and the changing of the wind.

RICHARD EVAN MACKAY