One

I am one
with the sun shining
with the moon reflecting
with the shadow casting

I am one
with the cardinal chipping
with the hawk calling
with the osprey diving

I am one
with the squirrel burying
with the walnut sprouting
with the bear foraging

I am one
with the magnolia expanding
with the blackberry ripening
with the bean climbing

I am one
with the rabbit munching
with the fawn leaping
with the snake striking

I am one
with the rose blossoming
with the mimosa pinking
with the lily unfurling

I am one
with the tree breathing
with the sky weeping
with the earth drinking

I am one
with the mother birthing
with the spirit living
with the body dying

I am one
with the universe moving
with the song silencing
with the dark stilling

I am one
with the crow cawing
with the cat stretching
with the wolf hunting

I am one
with the water flowing
with the cloud streaming
with the world turning

I am one
with the day dawning
with the storm rising
with the night descending

I am one
with the dove mourning
with the hunter closing
with the depth enveloping

I am one
with the ant working
with the grasshopper devouring
with the worm burrowing

I am one
with the salmon spawning
with the eagle soaring
with the grizzly fishing

I am one
with the infant cooing
with the child smiling
with the elder crying

I am one
with the artist creating
with the builder constructing
with the dozer demolishing

I am one
with the sphere circling
with the line bending
with the end beginning

I am one
with the wind winnowing
with the ocean sweeping
with the ground heaving

I am one
with the oak falling
with the moss sprawling
with the mighty decaying

I am one
with the mountain eroding
with the sea crashing
with the volcano exploding

I am one
with the grass greening
with the hay drying
with the foal feeding

I am one
with the bell tolling
with the plow turning
with the combine harvesting

I am one
with the fire burning
with the passion churning
with the dream awakening

I am one
with the heart reminiscing
with the soul contemplating
with the eyes closing

I am one
with the one
that I am

(c) MDS 6/25/22

Storytellers

Appalachian storytellers roll language into the still air as though their tongues are wrapped ’round a boulder of ‘baca

A lilting, a tilting, an unobstructed, obstructed flow of rhythm rounding the curve of the river

Up the mountain marching, slidin’ down into the holler, then blowin’ ’round the bend with laughter

Growing Pains

It’s just growing pains
You will out-grow them

So they say

It’s just part of life
You will get better

So they say

Just let it go
You can do it

So they say

Just believe in Him
You must or else

So they say

They say a lot
You listen, you try

But I say

It makes no sense
It does not compute

But I say

Get out of my head
Get out of my heart

But I say

They fool themselves
They believe lies

I say

I out-grew the chains
I let go of them
Frank Solanki

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

His Grace Is Enough

Setting you free logically through contextual interpretations.

Brave New Girl

A girl and her adventures

Mitch Teemley

The Power of Story

In My Father's House

"...that where I am you may be also." Jn.14:3

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