to listen and to apprehendby slowly unfolding withinthe present moment to unshackle from busyness –the devil’s hold upon this age –by simply being with our eyes unshuttered and earsunstopped in explosive, divine,ordinary time to hear so clear what goes unheardto see indeed what goes unseenlike life is here now now our eyes see saturationsand ears …
Rest your branches (a poem)
Rest your branches on me, my love, While the wind blows and storm enshrouds. Lean your limbs upon me when lightning flashes And teardrop rain falls down. Let us lean, bend, and sway together Among the pressed-down pathways Round our roots. Leave your mark on me and let us tend our trunks in wide-ringed ways, …
Touch the Earth – a poem
behind my head hanging midway in the western sky the sun smothers stubbly remains of corn stalks in autumn light poking up their short remains amongst the tilled brown soil stitching a patchwork quilt of nature death and birth a solitary combine slowly rolls down a county lane after a day's labor dust hazing up …
Matthew Erickson 