Fire on the earth. Seeds in the garden. Rain from the sky. I sit. I breathe. I dream. Big trees, dancing over many years – too slow to really see, without living oneself as they do.
Wisdom they hold for us; pillars and globe of teachings: living in clarity. Waking, walking, body talking, ways wending which the unholy may never know. I meandering like a flash, like cadent lucid-stream, criss-crossing tracks and making my own. Freshness.
Shaping moods for kindling lucid-dream. All is dreaming wildness at heart. Finding places, seeing singing smiling faces, hearing voices across the wind. Listening to active curiosities. Knowing oneself and others, flowers opening; opening the heart, each new day.
Learning things. Writing things. Thinking about art – not as verbal discourse – drear! – but the growth of clarity, ripening, vastening, birthing the spirit-butterfly artist’s mind, in the Art Mind – the Soul. Womb cocoon unravished by time; the mother cant, the infinite rhyme I travel poetry over each new clime.
Resonance with Spirit and Nature. Deepening life. Making bridges of love and wisdom and creative gifting. A true use of words – language – will gift you and set you free. Creating Dreaming culture. Alive.
I follow the path of my soul, like a bubble rising in water, destined to a wider sky. Or as a fish swimming, its nature to swim, nature swimming as a fish… and so are we, nature being human. All things find their way through the Story, this conversation of time and place.
Are we listening – to time? to place? and to that nexus of power where they meet in presence.
This work is the work of awareness. The spark that forms all in alignment with the great work – Universal Magic, to which Nature ever returns to, like a salmon or a bubble.
Reaching, weaving dreams and reality – whoever said the real is all there is never knew the power of imagination. So we step and do not step at the same time. We think and do not think. We sing and the silence of the universal stirs our voice into a powerful current.
One facet of the mystery, glowing renewal of the real; words anchoring suchness. Feeding Dreaming culture.
There is peace in the gaze between equals; there is balance and harmony and naturalness. From the
beginning – the original Dreaming – we are all equals.
Speaks to my soul.
Lovely word choices and imagery! It reminds me a little of the Dreamtime in Australian Aboriginal mythology.
Beautiful verse!
This was simply beautiful.
Thanks so much for being our guest, Fox of the Oaks! This piece of writing is full of the liquid, flowing language that that feels alive with natural creativity and inspiration. As an artist myself, I certainly can relate to the desire to create something living with my works, as opposed to merely dead words scribbled on a page. It must have a certain chemistry, a magic, if you will, turning it into something worthwhile. In this way, the pulse and flow of Nature can teach us so much about our own art, and our own spiritual life. Indeed, I believe that since each of us our made in the image of the Creator, it is in our very nature to make “sub-creations” of our own, following the currents of time and space revealed in Nature. Again, bravo on this piece! I really hope you’ll submit something else to us again in the future!
Love the prose!