By Tracie Nichols
I feel, in my bones, that everything on this glorious planet has a soul—stones, trees, rivers, animals, people. So I struggle with what feels like my complicity in using parts of the green world as “resources.” I wonder about the sacred life we remove from it’s original home and consume in our everyday lives.
This poem is a collision of two trains of thought:
1) I have long, heartfelt conversations with stones and trees and other beings in the green world, and often wonder how they feel when we remove them from where they grew;
2) Does the purpose for which we remove them have any impact on their thoughts?
When I stumbled across a fascinating image of a stone Buddha head entwined in tree roots at the temple of Wat Mahathat, my heart skittered and my spirit ears perked up. This stone had something to tell us. So, I listened, and flowed his/its words onto the page…
I lie here
part stone part wood
with the face
(so you say).
It was not always my face.
with face broad and smooth
sculpting her joy
along my arms
into my thighs
soft, dark spaces
for the fish to live.
and took the
gritty gifts I
skyward and raining
Perhaps that is why
I was once
so much to
I can be
the face of love
Tracie Nichols, M.A. has scrawled poetry in all sorts of odd places since her 7th grade art teacher made the class write poems to accompany an art assignment. While most of her early works are gone (this is probably a good thing) she continues to scribble about everything from spelunking the depths of her soul to the avian community at her bird feeder. Her wild heart most truly belongs to our beloved, fiercely sacred, earth. When she isn’t playing with words she’s listening to the whispers of the green world, making alchemy with plants and stones and moonlight wildness.
Tracie blogs, shares resources and generally nurtures at her website, Wildly Fiercely Flourishing. You can sometimes find her work on the Journey of the Heart blog. She’d also love it if you connected with her on Twitter, Pinterest, or Facebook.
Photo: Mufaddal Abdul Hussain/WikiCommons
Editor: Marcee Murray King
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