Poem 12 Day 12

unfolding blankets of fog

Lift from the hearth of life-rising

along solar memory lines of ground

Reshaped, dissolved, and reshaped again

The ground remembers the sun’s affection

Warmth in every direction.

Peace is music and medicine

Peace is silence and softness

Peace yields gently into greater

surrender

Moves slower, receives more

Let us find our peace inside even while

The world is dizzying, relentless

Let us make our soft, unbroken home

inside our spirit cave

safe, secure, and untouched

In spirit’s own relentless ingenuity and adaptation and wildness

Let us rise and fall

Like fog, rolls and folds and layers. May we see new smooth ways to go,

May we dissolve into rainbowed sun glow

17 thoughts on “Poem 12 Day 12

  1. I don’t know why I don’t see all of your updates, but this one did come through and it’s just beautiful. I can feel the energy in your words and it feels like a promise of hopes ignited into a new and resilient vision.

  2. A place I worked we would drive through many valley’s of fog which would silence the sound of the motor and you would have the fog touch you so gently, constantly a soft wavering over your skin. It was almost spiritual, so many senses never touched like that before…I almost looked forward to work in the winter…almost. Lovely words Ka, that flowing through time as we mold our senses into something so profound 🤗🤣❤️🙏

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