Hold me as I leap / Falling, falling / Into fear / And into freedom
Saoro caught up with David Farrell recently to talk about Men Rising Together & some advice for men on their healing journey
The Three Sisters system of planting originated with indigenous farmers in North America. Three plants - corn, beans and squash, each does a different job, like three sisters helping each other out.
My stumble then fall Causes the usual pile-up— Shock collides into Judgement And thrusts her forward To rear-end Shame
When I die This is what I wish Please sing to me Until your voices join
My Grief balloons And kindly freezes fast. This numb plunge Preserves the outward shape Stained and silent
There is no easy exchange At the lake of disremembering Where the pilgrim stones Poke sharp
Sometimes it seems easier not to have hope. Hope after all needs a degree of vulnerability to germinate & take root.
In the pitch of my wintering My earth yearns For the push and burn Of your green unfurl Through my velvet dark
Moonsong We stared so longSwayed by your hidingAnd sliding into light. We named you goddess,Asked your silver lampTo show the wax and waneOf our own darkness We did not knowWhat was lostIn that momentWhen telescope told usYou were just cold…