May this time of dark nights quiet us and somehow inspires...that darkness does its job in carrying us to more light that will offer clearer vision for how to respond..
I bring you the words of poet, Ben Weaver. This new poem by this bicycling troubadour slays me.
A Wild Compliance
I’ve got maps spread out
all over the kitchen floor
headwaters splintering into deltas
whose braids are hollowing
my spirit of its untruths
the snow blowing down my collar
the rain leaking in through my boots
the river depositing silt into my hair
whittled down to sap
I’m letting the light in
however it wants to get in
Out in the darkness of the frozen lake
there are fish suspended
in the top six inches of ice
who will hold the dreams
of last summers' water
through the winter,
and then pass them along
in the spring when the ice melts
and water again begins to flow
The part of me that is Watercress
Wolverine, Lark Sparrow and Bluestem
has been waking
in the middle of the night
near the fork of a creek
at the foot of a hill
and cannot return to sleep without asking,
how far away are we
and what must we do
to collectively imagine
a liberated future;
where the way we live
does not compromise life
where watersheds are not choked
where human beings
are not wage slaves
and our value system
is based in generosity
These questions howl through me
like rivers and runaway witches
my life the voice to ask them with
my heart the tool shaping the resilience and renewal they reveal
As the tamarack bogs never refuse a Moose
my resistance is an act of love
and my questions come not in judgment
but in service of life, as an invitation
to hear all that is silent in the river
all that clings with the burrs and sunset
to the coyote's tail
that does not require one to
comply with an economy
willing to sacrifice the braids of our ecosystem
Red Fox, Monarch, Hawk,
White Bark Pine, Salmon,
Bears Ears, Lake Superior,
Kawishiwi, Menomonee, or Yellow Dog
for a deluded version of wealth
that enriches supremacy,
fear, complacency, and disconnect,
but instead complies with
the entangled lives of
Box Turtles and thunderstorms
ancient forests and the joy of
earths’ wild reciprocity.
I deeply thank you.
It has been an amazing and challenging year.
Meeting the challenges were what made it so amazing.
Further investment in my authentic heart and work as well, made it extraordinary.
I am SO grateful to you who read my words…you who frequently or occasionally join my programs…you who listen to your heart and follow your soul’s call…you who tend Earth and animal and plant and ancestor…
you who are my friends.
We must be islands of sanity for one another while so much of the world is a whirlwind of crazed destruction and confusion.
I wish for you space and grace for yourself.
And deep love for the miraculous that abounds still in our midst.
And for kindness…especially now.
~May your days be Holy and bright~
I love you.