| Answering Nature's Call |
Answering Nature’s Call
She calls to me from woods afar
Her cry to me touches my ears
and demands I follow into the unknown,
I answer and go forth into the forest of green
where dancing streaks of light falling through the leaves,
the vines and branches offer protection overhead,
Paths and trails are unfamiliar yet I follow
marked by foot prints of creatures I know
and some I do not recognize, but I do not fear
for a man who has lived in nature’s grasp knows
her gentle caress and feels her softness throughout the day
even unto the cold and windy nights she warms him from the weather
for whom she guards all her living children within,
I follow until the darkness of the sun
and wander by the dim light of the moon,
Time has passed so swiftly and still her call
flies upon the wind unto my heart and soul,
Follow me she says with the crackling of her voice.
“Come and see me my man, come and see me…!”
She calls still, so forward I trek up and down the hills
through crags and rocks and valleys of green,
Never have I traveled with such a focus in my mind
and spirit, nor will I relent until her calls do cease,
The morning sun is risen and I am worn and tired
but her calls grow louder now, and her promise
of an end arrives with a calmness and warmth that overcomes
The sound of a waterfall grows closer, vines of morning glory
tangle my steps which are silenced as well by the same
Wild violets cover the trees and edge the path I follow now,
Upward the ground carries me and into tunnels of overhang,
Her children give way with lesser density as every step progresses
and the sound of the falls grows louder, ever louder even unto a watery roar,
At last the opening appears and I am freed into the light of the late morning sun
the fresh smell and scent of her, flairs my nostrils to take in every beautiful
odor she has created from her essence, her cycles, her patience and harmony,
Only our mother is so gentle and rough in the same moment
Her hands guide and caress all she keeps while breezes pass her children
over the hills and valleys so she may spread her beauty to all,
lowly I feel as I gaze upon the glory before me, so lowly I feel
Her cry has stopped calling… nothing is heard but her own sweetness
of sounds, smells, textures and colors of countless range before me,
I am awakened as I have never been unto the visage before me,
Nay even her nakedness would not enhance what she has created in this place,
Beyond just a few yards juts outward a great stone which offers a resting place
and my weary body cries out to accept her offering and desires to rest upon it,
I accept her kindness and cast down my walking stick beside it
and sit upon her great stone to lose myself with the very heart of she
who surrounds me at this moment and consumes even the air I breath,
Her whisper creeps upon me from behind in the song of her birds
and the calls of her children who seek their own,
Creation she is and no other has matched her range of difference,
or her dance of life, even until the days of the sun and moon cease.
Here I could rest for all the time in HER world forever in happiness and life
__________ * __________
There is solitude and comfort in her gentleness around me
where all the troubles of life and limb matter not to me,
She is my escape, my place where the soul heals itself and
brings to me the peace I have sought all the days I have walked
Her wonders and pageantry reveal also her kindness and guard
for all who seek out an answer to life’s most difficult moments
No story is new to her, she is ancient and wise and comforting
and never does she judge me for my weakness or self indulgence
Calls unto man are few, for she does not trust or understand
why we ravish her children, so few are we who hear her voice
and strive to know the meanings of her words to us and the world
she cries with lessons of life and long known dreams to continue on,
protecting not by choice but design, she welcomes us but many do not hear
Is she our Lord of life who sparked the greatest of all on this earth,
or does she merely contain the beautiful and rhythmic stroke of a greater hand?
I care not for an answer, knowing only that she cares for me at this moment
and no other in the world matters to her in this world but a lowly man,
Yonder walks a deer, carefree of my presence, knowing I pose no threat
or danger, understanding I too, am part of her world and honor her purpose,
We are of the same breed, she and I, and part after acknowledgement
that life is more beautiful than all the makings, man’s mind can conceive,
I slide myself off the great stone and begin my walk again
ever toward the cleansing she offers me with her water of life and breathless
beauty to draw me unto her gentle grasp, how can I not answer her song…
to offer to her my own nakedness in the waters of her smile and the touch
of her warmth about the limited mind I posses, she cleanses me even more
I feel nothing except her cheer of my acceptance and she is comforted,
Her clouds draw near and I am washed yet again as my trek within her
realm is deeper still unto her bosom and soul, “come to me still my man”,
she sings, and I can only answer with steps of passion and stride of strength
along the waters of her streams and across the leaves and trails of her children,
“Oh my beautiful child”, she calls, “I am so in Love with you, for only a man
of heart and wind cares to know all the beauty I offer unto you all
Eat of my bounty and share with me the offering I give, caress the life
which is found by few, yet meant for all who seek me out and touch me”,
My hands hold her fare, and I am refreshed from the life giving world about…
berries and nuts and green leaf foods which abound in all her countenance,
surely someone other than this lowly man has known her selfless offerings
and I do not know why she has chosen me to quest through her life today
Again the day passes and the moon rises low in the sky,
Sleep this night and rest within my bosom for tomorrow your quest shall end,
Unto her rapture… I relent and rest my weary self, and she holds me
ever closer until there is thought no more within me, only peace and comfort
are near and nothing of the world matters anymore, thank you my love…
Morning has come and not a care do I hear in my heart, no other matters
of work or passion exist and the cleansing is complete within,
“Carry me home I cry”, but she answers not… “Lead me I say”, still there is silence
My eyes fill with tears as I understand her silence toward me,
Her duty is done, and as always she turns away from her man…
Knowing that his final destiny must be discovered alone… this I understand,
so I walk further and further until the children of her world do not wander
Here I could rest for all the time in HER world forever in happiness and life
__________ * __________
Her wasteland is before me, no song fills the air and there is nothing…
iron and steel cut her flesh and rip from her the beauty she once was,
I am blinded by the brightness of the Sun in this place, barren it is
as heartless ghosts running about with no direction or sense to them all
Cold is the night and hot is the day where no one is destined for beauty or peace
only selfishness for a world they will leave unto another to take their place,
There is purpose for them but not of the cherished world of life,
they walk and talk but they do not see, even within the hardened world around them
she is present, trees and flowers and green spun from her wisps of air
and fertile seed which always finds a way to grow, from which man cannot escape
He tries but is unable to defeat her, “nay and never will he succeed she cries”,
Her cool wind blows against my back and I feel the answer she shares with me
“Go my man, return to the world you must, and return to me you will.”
I dream. Ever more I shall dream a dream of awakening, cradled by the arms
of my love, never forgetting her lessons, always knowing she waits for me
and ever lost until I feel her breath across my ears again some day soon,
Save for the last breath of air I breath there is no other who calls me as she
My salvation is in her bosom and my peace comes from her heart,
alive but sad in the great stone mountain of her flesh is a sense of her presence,
My home is built of her gifts, Oh her cries of anguish, return to me my children...
Oh her loss is that of a mother’s horror in death of even the slightest of kind
of which she cannot speak unto me, save us from our pain and carry me back
my love, until my years will end upon the great rock you gave to me,
Carry me back and keep me safe from all I have given for naught in return
for my life without you is death in another world, and I am in pain,
my heart beats slower without the feel of your presence, and my soul is dim
The morning sun rises in the east, and I am warmed by the rays of her life
She hastens my return but I am cast in a destiny which I cannot free myself,
Her whispers call even as I speak to my friends, my comrades and the people
who care not for their journey through life, yet least is their own unimportance,
Only to exist and become, never to exist and see beyond the quell which robs
their lives and comforts them not, even unto the last of their days and nights,
Golden she shines this day and refreshed is the world in the after of her rain
Even here she cannot repress her urge to renew, to hasten to men to see
and carry unto them her sweetness of life… upon their skin her gentleness falls
cleansing and guiding them to her, but they do not feel her presence,
Oh my beauty I know you are with me, and see you everywhere around me
I shall return again, Oh your winds will howl a great song, a beautiful song
and we shall join again, to renew the life that feeds me until in my death we will join
With this knowledge I am refreshed in HER never ending lust for life, and we will join
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
She calls to me from woods afar
Her cry to me touches my ears
and demands I follow into the unknown,
I answer and go forth into the forest of green
where dancing streaks of light falling through the leaves,
the vines and branches offer protection overhead,
Paths and trails are unfamiliar yet I follow
marked by foot prints of creatures I know
and some I do not recognize, but I do not fear
for a man who has lived in nature’s grasp knows
her gentle caress and feels her softness throughout the day
even unto the cold and windy nights she warms him from the weather
for whom she guards all her living children within,
I follow until the darkness of the sun
and wander by the dim light of the moon,
Time has passed so swiftly and still her call
flies upon the wind unto my heart and soul,
Follow me she says with the crackling of her voice.
“Come and see me my man, come and see me…!”
She calls still, so forward I trek up and down the hills
through crags and rocks and valleys of green,
Never have I traveled with such a focus in my mind
and spirit, nor will I relent until her calls do cease,
The morning sun is risen and I am worn and tired
but her calls grow louder now, and her promise
of an end arrives with a calmness and warmth that overcomes
The sound of a waterfall grows closer, vines of morning glory
tangle my steps which are silenced as well by the same
Wild violets cover the trees and edge the path I follow now,
Upward the ground carries me and into tunnels of overhang,
Her children give way with lesser density as every step progresses
and the sound of the falls grows louder, ever louder even unto a watery roar,
At last the opening appears and I am freed into the light of the late morning sun
the fresh smell and scent of her, flairs my nostrils to take in every beautiful
odor she has created from her essence, her cycles, her patience and harmony,
Only our mother is so gentle and rough in the same moment
Her hands guide and caress all she keeps while breezes pass her children
over the hills and valleys so she may spread her beauty to all,
lowly I feel as I gaze upon the glory before me, so lowly I feel
Her cry has stopped calling… nothing is heard but her own sweetness
of sounds, smells, textures and colors of countless range before me,
I am awakened as I have never been unto the visage before me,
Nay even her nakedness would not enhance what she has created in this place,
Beyond just a few yards juts outward a great stone which offers a resting place
and my weary body cries out to accept her offering and desires to rest upon it,
I accept her kindness and cast down my walking stick beside it
and sit upon her great stone to lose myself with the very heart of she
who surrounds me at this moment and consumes even the air I breath,
Her whisper creeps upon me from behind in the song of her birds
and the calls of her children who seek their own,
Creation she is and no other has matched her range of difference,
or her dance of life, even until the days of the sun and moon cease.
Here I could rest for all the time in HER world forever in happiness and life
__________ * __________
There is solitude and comfort in her gentleness around me
where all the troubles of life and limb matter not to me,
She is my escape, my place where the soul heals itself and
brings to me the peace I have sought all the days I have walked
Her wonders and pageantry reveal also her kindness and guard
for all who seek out an answer to life’s most difficult moments
No story is new to her, she is ancient and wise and comforting
and never does she judge me for my weakness or self indulgence
Calls unto man are few, for she does not trust or understand
why we ravish her children, so few are we who hear her voice
and strive to know the meanings of her words to us and the world
she cries with lessons of life and long known dreams to continue on,
protecting not by choice but design, she welcomes us but many do not hear
Is she our Lord of life who sparked the greatest of all on this earth,
or does she merely contain the beautiful and rhythmic stroke of a greater hand?
I care not for an answer, knowing only that she cares for me at this moment
and no other in the world matters to her in this world but a lowly man,
Yonder walks a deer, carefree of my presence, knowing I pose no threat
or danger, understanding I too, am part of her world and honor her purpose,
We are of the same breed, she and I, and part after acknowledgement
that life is more beautiful than all the makings, man’s mind can conceive,
I slide myself off the great stone and begin my walk again
ever toward the cleansing she offers me with her water of life and breathless
beauty to draw me unto her gentle grasp, how can I not answer her song…
to offer to her my own nakedness in the waters of her smile and the touch
of her warmth about the limited mind I posses, she cleanses me even more
I feel nothing except her cheer of my acceptance and she is comforted,
Her clouds draw near and I am washed yet again as my trek within her
realm is deeper still unto her bosom and soul, “come to me still my man”,
she sings, and I can only answer with steps of passion and stride of strength
along the waters of her streams and across the leaves and trails of her children,
“Oh my beautiful child”, she calls, “I am so in Love with you, for only a man
of heart and wind cares to know all the beauty I offer unto you all
Eat of my bounty and share with me the offering I give, caress the life
which is found by few, yet meant for all who seek me out and touch me”,
My hands hold her fare, and I am refreshed from the life giving world about…
berries and nuts and green leaf foods which abound in all her countenance,
surely someone other than this lowly man has known her selfless offerings
and I do not know why she has chosen me to quest through her life today
Again the day passes and the moon rises low in the sky,
Sleep this night and rest within my bosom for tomorrow your quest shall end,
Unto her rapture… I relent and rest my weary self, and she holds me
ever closer until there is thought no more within me, only peace and comfort
are near and nothing of the world matters anymore, thank you my love…
Morning has come and not a care do I hear in my heart, no other matters
of work or passion exist and the cleansing is complete within,
“Carry me home I cry”, but she answers not… “Lead me I say”, still there is silence
My eyes fill with tears as I understand her silence toward me,
Her duty is done, and as always she turns away from her man…
Knowing that his final destiny must be discovered alone… this I understand,
so I walk further and further until the children of her world do not wander
Here I could rest for all the time in HER world forever in happiness and life
__________ * __________
Her wasteland is before me, no song fills the air and there is nothing…
iron and steel cut her flesh and rip from her the beauty she once was,
I am blinded by the brightness of the Sun in this place, barren it is
as heartless ghosts running about with no direction or sense to them all
Cold is the night and hot is the day where no one is destined for beauty or peace
only selfishness for a world they will leave unto another to take their place,
There is purpose for them but not of the cherished world of life,
they walk and talk but they do not see, even within the hardened world around them
she is present, trees and flowers and green spun from her wisps of air
and fertile seed which always finds a way to grow, from which man cannot escape
He tries but is unable to defeat her, “nay and never will he succeed she cries”,
Her cool wind blows against my back and I feel the answer she shares with me
“Go my man, return to the world you must, and return to me you will.”
I dream. Ever more I shall dream a dream of awakening, cradled by the arms
of my love, never forgetting her lessons, always knowing she waits for me
and ever lost until I feel her breath across my ears again some day soon,
Save for the last breath of air I breath there is no other who calls me as she
My salvation is in her bosom and my peace comes from her heart,
alive but sad in the great stone mountain of her flesh is a sense of her presence,
My home is built of her gifts, Oh her cries of anguish, return to me my children...
Oh her loss is that of a mother’s horror in death of even the slightest of kind
of which she cannot speak unto me, save us from our pain and carry me back
my love, until my years will end upon the great rock you gave to me,
Carry me back and keep me safe from all I have given for naught in return
for my life without you is death in another world, and I am in pain,
my heart beats slower without the feel of your presence, and my soul is dim
The morning sun rises in the east, and I am warmed by the rays of her life
She hastens my return but I am cast in a destiny which I cannot free myself,
Her whispers call even as I speak to my friends, my comrades and the people
who care not for their journey through life, yet least is their own unimportance,
Only to exist and become, never to exist and see beyond the quell which robs
their lives and comforts them not, even unto the last of their days and nights,
Golden she shines this day and refreshed is the world in the after of her rain
Even here she cannot repress her urge to renew, to hasten to men to see
and carry unto them her sweetness of life… upon their skin her gentleness falls
cleansing and guiding them to her, but they do not feel her presence,
Oh my beauty I know you are with me, and see you everywhere around me
I shall return again, Oh your winds will howl a great song, a beautiful song
and we shall join again, to renew the life that feeds me until in my death we will join
With this knowledge I am refreshed in HER never ending lust for life, and we will join
by DWHolmes (copyright - 2005)
