Spinning the Magic of Communion

Spinning the Magic of Communion

Aspen Rock Lichen

I took a walk today
wandering game trails faintly worn
traveling deep into the forest
where beings of ancient ages live
centuries old some
others—uncounted thousands

I do pause at times along the way
for hands to touch presence in the other
allow arms the satisfactions of embrace
say “Hello” to those who call my name
and wink back at those who just flirt for my attention

I ask occasional questions of the Elders
as curiosity pricks
for I am short of wisdom
offer gratitude and blessings in return
prayers too from my heart
for their well-being

We live in perilous times after all
a time when men forget
as a great amnesia sweeps the land
and humans no longer talk with trees
or know how to spin the magic of communion
suspend identities of separation long enough
for listening to the stillness within
where an intercourse of breath resonates as one life force
tree and man each reaching roots deep into the soil of partnership
grasping there power for stretching and holding arms uplifted
intelligent in the transformation of relationship into nourishment

Oh but if we men too
might again remember reciprocity as a weaver of wholeness
and so release patterns of separation and superiority
like Fall leaves and branches that no longer serve
re-member we might and so make whole again
the bodies of our belonging

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