let go…don’t look back
This is the grip, like this:
both hands. You can close
your eyes if you like. When I say,
“Now” it’s time. Don’t wait
or it’s all over. But not
too soon, either–just right.
Don’t worry. Let’s go.
Both hands.
Survival Course by William Stafford
Nature,
my teacher
my school
my temple
my shed
my friend
my lover
my wonder
my wander
my passion
my peace
my darkness
my shining
my opening
my knowledge
my quests
my mystery
my luminosity
my path
my return
my budding
my harvest
my seasons
my eternal
my connection
my uniqueness
my blush
my beauty
my ravaging
my savaging
my circle
my arrow
my path
my journey
my longing
my desire
my tryst
my trust
my hope
my haven
my safety
my risk
my skip-itty-doo-dah
the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
my space
my intimacy
my solitude
my family
my found
my faith
my dancing
my lame
my music
my words
my rhythm
my song
my vision
my sight
my lost
my found
my sin
my soul
my tears
my laughter
my being
my belonging
my life
my love
my looking in
my letting go
my begging
my abundance
my start
my stop
my end
my beginning
my heart
my skin
my senses
my fences
my flash
my fire
my living
my death
my creator
my Spirit
my wound
my healer
my receiver
my giver
my adventure
my wild
my silence
my sound
my doo-be-doobie-do
my fa-la-la-la
my going
my coming
my heaven
my home
my ashes
my resurrection
my grounding
my wings
my births
my deaths
my everything
💞
Amy Lloyd
dreams fill a pewter pitcher, slowly
pour the contents of a summer
down a mahogany banister
to seep into forest green
how skies sigh, witnessing
the loss of a season- a gain
of wisdom shone in the dust
beading in the air by windows’ glare
how dusk cloaks and comforts
as a truth lit up in firefly eve
superimposed on a midnight blue sky
reminds the insidious questioner
is it you, or is it me– that forever
must go through this barely lit
tunnel – before stepping out–free!
to be touched by ancient filigree
~kate lamberg (c) ’17
Amen
life: acoustic & amplified 