Earth Meditation: "Ode to Earth"
I stand in a sage field with my feet pulled together and like an old China man, I bow to the redwing blackbird on the limb of a yellow-pine tree. The blackbird lifts its redwings as if to acknowledge the humble gesture. He decides to grant me an audience to his song across the sage fields of North Kalem. When the song is finished, I genuflect as if to holy word.
I pay homage to nature by going to the countryside and taking long walks where I admire and praise the sights.
I live in the city and there I praise the people. I pull my feet together on the sidewalk and bow like an old China man to the people. They smile and think, "how quaint?"
I watch the way they dress, move and talk. They inspire me to seek them out, touch their souls and genuflect as if to blessed light.
I move to the land, I move to the people. I see many things and turn to see again. I remember and remember and remember what has caught the words upon an empty page, to make a memory that turns its own way, then lives on forever.
I cradle the images and live on the strength and beauty they give. I talk to myself as the images grow, then bow like an old China man and make them known.
I move to the land, I move to the people. I see many things and turn to see again. I remember and remember and remember...
Around and round the tree I stand, looking at the living land, bow to North, bow to South, then to East and West.
Sun upon this gentle place and yes a gentle wind, touch me once, touch me twice, and touch me back again.
Dust to dust, ash to ash and seal the wound again.
I am but a flicker of life and then a dusty scar; they will dance upon my dust, inflict the wound again.
Gari Hatch 08-10-1987
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