U-s-da-a-di

It was in the shadow of the sacred mountain
where it was said that long ago you could see San Francisco
that it started for both of them.

Long journeys begin there where
the big mountain has inspired for eons to seek that place
where the pain comes from.

He visited that day
after a long absence from their lives, maybe God sent him,
he could see it in her face when she hugged him.

She, like him could not hear the trees
because the sound is drowned out from the world, so fast
and the soul is still and can’t move.

The voice of God that did not come
so, they look for God in unholy places hoping to get a view and
maybe He would speak to them through the poison.

Remembrance of a time when he had the pain
when his soul had dried up and he had quit the searching,
for it seemed there was nothing.

He had seen the same frown, the same face,
that her Father and Grandfather had shown, both from losing the old ways,
lost in a modern world.

Difficult it is to live in these times
the voices of the Spirit are there and call to us,
it would be fine if there were just trees.

She was young when he saw her last
her beauty was striking then, he could still see her in her broken body,
broken is his heart and he wept.

The soul state was the same
for both of them, his many years ago, hers in the now, the place
where the journey to freedom begins.

It is the Circle that she must find
and learn to listen to the Spirit and the trees again
where God lives and speaks to us.

In the shadow of the peaks
of that sacred mountain is where the journey begins and ends
both of them found their God there.

holly found a silver spoon in the forest while
talking to God