This place does not require your presence
and beneath the stars
you have discovered
your offerings are meaningless
You are left with nothing
but silence
you have forgotten why you came here
you were looking for something
the wind wanders among willows
muttering forgotten stories
it has been everywhere
and cannot
keep quiet
you must learn
to listen, to be alone
Only then
will you bed down with the dear
to sleep in the long, deep grass
wrapped in the warmth
of slender bodies
of slow moving breath
each time you awaken with the dawn
stars and moon fading memories
the deer will be gone
All day you carry with you
the sound of their sleeping
The howling song of coyotes
the common dream
that binds you.
and beneath the stars
you have discovered
your offerings are meaningless
You are left with nothing
but silence
you have forgotten why you came here
you were looking for something
the wind wanders among willows
muttering forgotten stories
it has been everywhere
and cannot
keep quiet
you must learn
to listen, to be alone
Only then
will you bed down with the dear
to sleep in the long, deep grass
wrapped in the warmth
of slender bodies
of slow moving breath
each time you awaken with the dawn
stars and moon fading memories
the deer will be gone
All day you carry with you
the sound of their sleeping
The howling song of coyotes
the common dream
that binds you.