Years ago, a sprinkle of snow
like this might have sent me on a long walk,
Along rows of stones snaking across the landscape,
just to see what I just might see...
This morning I'm just taking a short walk,
Over to some Stone Prayers, some Káhtôquwukansh
Happy to be Alive and Waking Up on Turtle Island...
For All
Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.
Gary Snyder
Great and Joyful. Thx for sharing this creative poem.
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