Mountains

 

mountains have taken

time for me, my ancestors

lived in Maine mountains

but i have been long in exile

from this ancestral homeland

tropics and ocean sing

more easily to me their

ever changing waves speak to

my life the solidity of rock

having risen from the center

of the earth, but now oh so cold

more foreign than Brazil where

i learned to read culture and land

 

but the years i trekked in alone in Colorado

lay my body down on the vastness

of some colossal boulder to listen

brought me so close to God birds

came and sat with me and when I

sang their song, trees swayed their

oneness and spoke to me in almost

audible words making me long for

home something with foundation

the om of home so strong while

there alone listening silently

to the cry of hawks as they bounced

their babies to teach them to fly

 

i wonder now if my green valley

has no solid ground but lives

like shangri-la hidden in the

mountains of my inner life

never distant only waiting for

it’s latest incarnation a dream

reality building on the foundation

of each footstep of this life i live

 

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