Without
the silence
of nature
within.
the power within.
the power
without.
the path is whatever passes—no
end in itself.
the end is,
grace—ease—
healing,
not saving
singing
the proof
the proof of the power within.
Without
the silence
of nature
within.
the power within.
the power
without.
the path is whatever passes—no
end in itself.
the end is,
grace—ease—
healing,
not saving
singing
the proof
the proof of the power within.
For All
“Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.
Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.
I pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.”
– Gary Snyder