“Do all stones speak?”
“No, only the ones that breathe.”

                                      Blackfoot Physics
                                      F. David Peat


I too have gone to live
in the woods
nothing novel in that

I have sat at the feet
of a turtle with the Buddha
on its back

I have seen the filament
in water that ladders
to the sky

I have echoed a chant
till the devils in me
conceded to vibrate high

I have marveled in tears
as eagles swept away
with my charge

I have danced in the fire of devotion
then sifted the ashes
of my own heart

I have gathered together pieces
of the greatest warrior
I’ve ever known

I have stepped from the threshold
most of my days without knowing
the depth below

I have gone to the woods

and I’m not coming back

until I can speak with stones

If  you liked Oracle you may also enjoy Invisible Saints.

Chicago Il. April 5th 2013 Napowrimo day 5

© 2013 Abby Smith, Writer


thCAYKV0SAI have been in the US since March tenth. It’s hard to be away from home so long, though I’m grateful I am free to travel and to see my family and friends. One of the things that makes my visits difficult is being away from writing. After a few days in the US my concentration wanes, my connection to creative flow becomes tenuous.

Yesterday, I received a message from word press that it was the first day of Napowrimo, a poetry writing challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days. I thought, “great idea, just what I need”. I wrote Inevitable Cities and announced my participation. Then I thought, “What am I thinking? I work on a single poem for months, years even!” Releasing poetry on my blog has been a test of will. What happens if I realize a word choice was not the right one, or a line broken differently would have made for a more realized poem? Scary stuff for a poet.

When I start following MesAyah’s blog I was blown away that anyone would challenge themselves to write a poem a day for  a year(which he did!). His fearlessness  inspired me to be a part of this project. I now face a month of working outside my comfort zone which is always a good thing, let us hope it results in some worthy poems. Light a candle for my muse please, dear readers, paz, Abby

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