by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
Empty yourself of everything.Let the mind rest at peace.The ten thousand things rise and fallwhile the Self watches their return.They grow and flourishand then return to the source.Returning to the source is stillness,which is the way of nature....
by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
We have a beautiful motherHer hills are buffaloesHer buffaloes hillsWe have a beautiful motherHer oceans are wombsHer wombs oceansWe have a beautiful motherHer teeth the white stones at the edge of the water the summer grasses her plentiful hair We have a beautiful...
by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
LEAVES OF GRASSI exist as I am, that is enough,If not other in the world be aware I sit content,And if each and all be aware I sit content.One world is aware, and by far the larges to me, and that is myself,And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousandOr ten...
by MelinaMeza | Feb 20, 2021 | Poetry
SOMETIMESSometimes if you move carefully through the forestBreathing like the onesin the old stories who could cross a shimmering bed of dry leaves without a sound,you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tinybut frightening requestsconceived out of...
by MelinaMeza | Aug 1, 2020 | BLOG
WENDELL BERRY A TIMBERED CHOIR (excerpt) I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight....
