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drip

it was like drip

drip

 

drip

 

pulling tree essence

good intentions

into

down there

 

it was like respirations

of the Pacific

travelled in and out

 

drip

 

concentrated into

purity

water of forever

healed into clear drops

 

washed absolution

reconnected to a fresh return

of my own fluidity

eroding rock walls

 

drip

drip

drip

 

not a virtue

but necessary

as rain washes upper stories

into lower

drop by drop

changed by intentions

like I want to reach the sky

 

I express gratitude

causing molecular reconfiguration

I send a wave of prayers

into forever

 

I feel the forest upswell

meet water, wondered into magic

from formless transform

to magnificent

in time for just now

thinking

a wave has me tumbled

or a wave has tumbled

through this forest

to drown me

 

 

David Trudel  © 2014

 

 

 

 

 

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Stream

If you create a riverbed        IMG_1615

Called trail

 

Wait long enough

Water arrives

 

Trail transforms into stream

 

 

 

 

IMG_1614

 

Bubbling

 

Bubbling

 

 

Bubbling

Air saturated with moisture      IMG_1618

Thick Pacific raindrops

Hammer winter’s tattered canopy

IMG_1622   Drops build on each leaf

 

Waiting

 

 

Waiting

 

For the tipping point

 

Swept along   IMG_1625

This woodland watercourse

Flows freely

But not deeply

IMG_1628    I puddleponder

   Think of the relationship

   Between trees

       Earth

              Water

                      Air

Sunk in thought   IMG_1627

Once again

Words well up

With each reflection

 

 

David Trudel  © 2013

Images by the author

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Winter Solstice

In this place the rocks can talk            IMG_1559

Eroded and fuzzed with lichen and moss

They live in slow motion

Groaning their conversations across the ages

They don’t waste time on pleasantries

When you find the right pool of water

On a day like the solstice

A little reflecting can go a long way

 

IMG_1560   If the light of the sun hits the oblique just so

   If your mind relaxes and stops its chattering

   A little reflection is good for the soul

   Looking deep into the shallow pool

   This teardrop lets you find a way into the rock

   If you can manage to not quite look

   Perhaps a vision might be seen

   And if you listen very slow

Slower still

You’ll hear the murmur deep below

And if you can step between the cracks     IMG_1561

You might just start to change

Become a different kind of bird

In a shadowland absurd

 

 

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2012            Images by the author

 

 

 

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