Origins

From a small seed begins life
Cracked open in the dark damp ground
Strong roots send up strong shoots
Reaching for the light.

Cracked open in the dark damp ground
Curled up full of possibility
Reaching for the light
Slowly unfolding peacefully.

Curled up full of possibility
Branches stretch toward the sky
Slowly unfolding peacefully;
An ancient tree dreaming.

Strong roots send up strong shoots
Branches stretch toward the sky
An ancient tree dreaming
From a small seed begins life.

Orb

Whenever I hold peas
In the palm of my hand
I marvel at the wizened orbs,
They feel ancient
Timeless.

My Grandfather told me this,
His brown eyes gleaming, he said,
“Peas are easy planting,
After turning over the soil
Push them in one by one
No more than one finger square deep
Two finger squares apart
And they’ll come up, you’ll see;
The best time for planting peas is winter
Soon as the ground can be worked,
Winter, it’s the best time for sowing peas.”

Wherever I’ve been
I’ve planted peas
Marveling that small wizened orbs
Carry an entire world
Inside them.

My Grandfather told me this,
He said, his brown eyes twinkling,
“Growing peas is easy
Growing peace is easy too,
Peas have a season though
They grow and then they go,
Nothing to be done about it,
But peace, now peace when cultivated
It’ll last a whole lot longer than peas
And that’s the hard part, arduous work,
The cultivation and keeping of peace.”

I asked him how it’s done, Peacekeeping.
He smiled a toothless smile and said,
“Did you know, I was born with blue eyes,
They didn’t last though and nether will I;
Here, take these seeds and go plant them.”

Sliver

Silver moonbeams spill to the floor

Through the open warp on the loom

The pattern as yet incomplete,

Watermelons and stars: a difficult undertaking.

 

By now you know

Never to eat watermelon seeds,

They grow into thick walls with vines

Creeping round, confining the heart.

 

The heart, that feeling red organ,

Generous as the watery fruit

Which quenches its thirst,

Circulates love.

 

Stars spangle the inky sky

Sequins on chiffon they whisper,

“Spit it out, spit it out,

With each seed sow peace.”

 

A sustained undertaking,

The tapestry complete when

Weavers come together in union

While silver moonbeams spill through the open door.

Interweave

Yesterday I gathered wool

Granny wove, once upon a time,

With sundried grass and husks of gold,

Vines of honeysuckle and grape, fresh to behold.

 

Granny wove, once upon a time,

Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor

She was fresh to behold, circled with vines

Deftly shaped by her strong and supple fingers.

 

Sitting ramrod straight on the gleaming oak floor

She serenely wove this precious gift,

Deftly shaped by her smooth fingers,

A basket filled with dreams.

 

She serenely wove this precious gift

With sundried grass and husks of gold

A basket shaped for dreams;

Today I filled it with peas.