I love the way the deep, dark, rooted, buried,
forgotten mahoganies
twisted
reddish-browns,
light tans,
rich chocolates
tangled
I love the way the deep, black, embedded,
forgotten wood soaks up
the forgiveness rain,
the “I miss you” rain,
the “I need this” rain,
the “I need to get out of this” rain,
the “new- beginnings” rain
the old, ancient,
moldy, “always here” wise wood
takes my place
and
s l o w l y
F U LL Y
drawing in
your understandings
and
s l o w l y
F U LL Y
drawing out
fluid
to water our seeds
to fill,
to replenish,
to purify
the magical,
complex,
vibrating,
rhythmic
core
WILDsound Festival 