Olympic Mountains strong to the West,
Cascades anchor the East.
We walk the sliver of sand
separating ocean waters from humanity
leaning into a backbone of rock and soil.
The lama I have never met joins;
task at hand so large requires
the wisdom of ones who have passed.
This can’t be done any other way,
but to merge forces with the unseen.
As I write, I am accompanied
by mother, father, aunts and uncles,
beloved teachers gone before.
The client yesterday shared
the dead in her living room
as she danced her way to ecstasy.
In Warsaw my friends uncover
wounds long past, so healing continues,
recalling the dead from unloved graves.
Once again, in the light of day,
we find the touch of each other
as we turn to face
rivers of rock reflecting sunlight.
Mountains circle, holding in their embrace
this town, its beauty and tragedy
a well sung Aria.
The dead dance in our circle
with gifts of understanding,
support for the rivers of light
flowing through us.
Not just you and me!
But each one of us,
standing upon soil, rock and bone,
across a planet purging horrors
in exchange for spaciousness and
a different way.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith.