Warrior Poets

South-shore high mountain lake a perfect skipping stone still buried. This
lowly stone incubating ever since ice moved it here.
Now buried in a forest so thick shadows of every tree merge to a
Single shadow. Under it a lone plant wanting more sun for flower-seeds.
Under it lowly skipping stone wants lone plant’s reaching root.

All trees above look directly into sun and never turn away from sun. They
say they are sun, they say they don’t even know what a shadow is. They say
they can’t hear or see the wanting stone, the wanting plant… Then one day
in very bright sun a tree named “one,” not knowing why, Turns away from
sun to face and hear plant-stone wanting.

Seeing shadow for the first time “one” wonders if it’s separate?
Clouds arise, lightning strikes “one,” the whole forest dies in fire. Now
dead poles fast to sun-bleached bit by bit rotting and falling. Now
nourishing plant roots to birth stone, roots to birth seeds to cover. But
many machines arrive and drop down and take… all wood away.

Skipping stone uncovered to birth by fire burning layers above.
Skipping stone tumbling under machines dragging logs.
Skipping stone remembering trees always looking up at sun.
No matter how many tumbles stone keeps its eye on sun.
No matter how many tumbles stone can’t find lone-plant-mama-root.

Fast foreign weeds covering stone almost to womb again.
Then three children skipping stones along the shore…
Lowly stone is found, skimming, across as life and birth, flight over
water More skips than all the other stones, lowly stone sinks again, wants
again. Almost forgets and fades with its life of love under water-silt covering sky.

So too you are this turning away from freedom to birth again.
The you that is made of all sky, made of all fire, made of glacial melt Of
a tree named “one”, a plant root, a child throwing you,
All of us giving everything to you and you still forget?
Lost under a separate self of wanting? It’s time to never again forget!

Flight of skimming stone over high mountain lake not forgotten.
Never again desiring but remembering, knowing, being journey’s enjoyment.
Lowly stone arises above its own last burial. Remembering freedom from
Yearning, lowly stone is now all sky, all trees always seeing self as sun,
All awareness till we help you remember you really are free forever!