There’s So Much Rawness

 

There’s so much rawness and overwhelm in the world.

Its not about what we say to each other anymore.

Its about what the earth says to us;

how we can forget a dozen times,

turn our back for a quicker fix

while the earth just lies patiently in wait with soft mud and gentle branches

for us to slow down enough to remember

the river is what we hunger for,

and the robin’s song – so indecipherable and yet somehow all that needs to be said.

 

Ask yourself truly –  in your heart of hearts – what you care for more than a day to watch the sky?

Do you remember watching the light rise, clouds drift, everything fade into blue blackness?

Do you remember when all there was was the next stone to overturn and peer beneath?

 

Life can be this way again; is dancing to get in and make us this way again.

We just have a spend a day on our stomach in the grass,

a day on our backs under the sky

to remember all our answers are to the wrong questions.

 

How? Why?

Breathe. Take a step.

Feel how the earth pushes back as you impress upon it;

how it rushes into your lungs to make space for you to pass.

 

Where? When?

The sparrow watches you as you watch the stork watching the river.

We are all just watching.

 

What do you make of what you see?

What will you let it make of you?

 

We dance, you see.

That’s all it is – a dance.

Can you remember the music that moves it?

 

Nancy