Poems from the Land

This week, I thought I’d share some of the poems I’ve penned from here at EM.

It’s good to feel small 

once in a while. Not small

as in less than or unimportant, 

small as in part of a much

bigger orchestration. 

Small as in not being fooled

into thinking we are self-made

or separate from anything else. 

Small as in I’m just a visitor, 

here for a short time, a humble

caretaker of this moment. 

Small as in we are, each one

of us, one tree in the forest. 

A rooted steeple of light. A

monument of elements,

manifesting in a certain form.

Crafted by the winds of change. 

An individual inseparable

from its brethren.  

_______

The logical part of me knows:

heat, like all things, is impermanent. 

The freakin hot part of me, though, 

is pretty sure it’ll be bloody scorching 

out forever. That I’ll succumb to the

fiery daggers of triple-digit degrees.

In the thick of it - whatever it is - 

one’s current situation can feel

fixed in place. A non-moving

entity. Especially if the conditions

are not favorable. 

My intellect knows, soon it will 

cool down and I will once again

feel human, and less like a 

melted gooey candle. 

Still, the heat plays tricks

on the mind. Part of me

is preparing for the end

of days. 

_______

Oh how quickly

I go from being

happy to see the sun

to never wanting to 

see it again. 

_______

At first, one downside I noted of this land, 

is the lack of views. In the real estate

market, a place with “views” typically refers 

to having access to sweeping vistas, 

panoramic settings, or other forms of

wide angle scenery.

But now I’m starting to understand how 

the woods offer up a different kind of view. 

A view that steadies and slows the breath. 

A view that prompts one to focus on the now.

How is it the world with its many

woes, seems so far from here?

Do not misunderstand. 

We did not come here to

run away from the machine, 

or recluse ourselves away

like hermits. We came

to the land to reconnect. 

To learn what it means to 

live a simple life, 

hoping others will join us.   

It’s near impossible to live

in an urban setting and not

be an over-consumer of things. 

To not run on overworking &

overdoing. To not be tired

all the time and be in debt, 

trying to pay for all the stuff

one thinks one needs to be

happy. 

Out here, we live simple. 

We eat simple. Dress simple.

Out here, we commune with 

the weather. The position of the

sun overhead. 

We chop wood, 

carry water. 

_______

I want to give myself

more grace. 

To feel my way into this

new planet of being. 

Simple living does not

mean easy living. Not

even a little. 

Following your heart does

not mean without doubts

or sacrifice. 

Life must be about

present moment living, 

otherwise, it’s likely we’ll 

never know what it means

to feel contented. 

There is no way to 

ease & rest, 

ease & rest are the way.

_______

The evergreens

are offering their

morning sermon. 

Convert light

into growth, 

they say. 

Know when the conditions

are ripe for branching out, 

and when it’s necessary

to conserve energy. 

Take your time. 

Learn how to be

still & quiet. 

Make the world

a better place.

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