Digging
Shoveling
Here comes the snow

The metal scrapes along the concrete—

Unseen blood coursing through veins matching the rhythm of visible breath.

Listen to the lingering state of the last time you threw weight.

Digging
Shoveling
Here comes the snow

Somewhere in Texas a little boy playing falls asleep for the last time. His energy exchanged for all the energy that has been taken.

Heartbreaking
Collapsing
Coming down around

How do we get ourselves out?

The how must be now.

Listen to the lingering state of the first formation. Awareness towards the collective Self-Realization.

Notice those that notice the birds singing the original lullaby from the holly bush.

Give more than take

Learn more than remain ignorant

Cry a little, sometimes a lot, but then work with hope until Mother takes you back.

Her labor gave you life, your life must be for her labor.

(And smile as a blue-eyed poet writes of our souls, our Mother, and our transformation.)