Poetry
At the Hut in the Wilderness
Twin guardians flank the eastern door.
A rainbow, curving, seals up all the rest.
Enter humbly, dropping all you think you are,
and with a heart receptive to be blessed.
Your flesh goes first tonight, and then your bones;
and both are safely set aside.
Your pattern lies inside of these —
the lines intended as your guide.
When these are broken bent, askew,
or poorly seen, your life goes ill.
But when they weave in beauty
with the greater beauty, all is surely well.
So invoke the hoops of every realm
and every hoop pass through.
O rocks and minerals, water, air,
I am your relative,
so may I treat you well.
O green and growing things,
I am your relative,
so may I treat you well.
O eagle, spider, frog, and all your kin,
I am your relative,
so may I treat you well.
All races, genders, tribes of humankind,
I am your relative,
so may I treat you well.
O mystery deep, whose hands have made
and now repair our broken lines,
I am your relative,
so may I treat you well.
Presently, in the vast gap of space
with its blackness and blazes,
there is a vibrating column of air
around which
your body wraps itself. Here
at the lip of the falls,
where the stream of now pours into then,
a bird is singing. How intimately
you know this song! It is
yours to bring forth.
O subtle pattern of our journey,
O lines re—clothed in bones and flesh,
the dawn has come.
May we wake up at every choice
and find our paths fulfilled in beauty.
Chris Hoffman’s publications include Cairns (poetry) and The Hoop and the Tree: a Compass for finding a Deeper relationship With all Life (prose: ecopsychology and spirituality). More information at www.hoopandtree.org
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