24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The land knows you, even when you are lost
-Robin Wall-Kimmerer
While wandering
I lost my way
But I found I did not care
The trees unfamiliar
The trail long gone
But still I did not care
I laid down in the moss and leaves
Staring at the sky
I have no will to care
The earth embraced me
Cradling and soothing me
Whispering that there is no need to care
I am loved
I am remembered
This land will always care
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
It does not forget, and neither does it forgive.
Do not abandon it, even at great cost.
When winter comes with brutal frost
You are challenged to persevere and survive.
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
And when spring arrives, great rivers to be crossed,
The land will give what it has to give.
Do not abandon it, even at great cost.
But summer – summer! with banners embossed
That rambles and provides for all things festive –
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
Autumn, of the harvest, demands you accost
All that’s held you back and kept you passive.
Do not abandon it, even at great cost.
Do not believe that the land will never exhaust.
It knows how much it takes to live.
The land knows you, even when you are lost.
Do not abandon it, even at great cost.
Take me to the land
Where you reside
Hold me by my hand
Where you’re by my side
I want to hide
In your arms
Inside
But do not worry for me at any cost..
My love! the land knows you, even when you are lost!
Lost if I am in this foreign land,
Lush green fields are the guide
Welcoming me with open hand
Again our paths crossed..
Hurray! the land knows you, even when you are lost!
Travel makes me feel free
Brings out in me an impish glee
About nothing you have to worry
Everywhere I have my foot-marks embossed..
And so, the land knows you, even when you are lost!
gyromancy
there are many things i do not understand
many foolish ways supposedly to determine your future
you would think brisk walking
would not help you find your future
i do not understand how it helps
but nonetheless briskly walk
round & round, circle upon circle
until giddy fuzzy dizzy delirium
causes you to tumble groundwards
where you fall apparently determines your fate.
(have i said i do not understand
these many foolish future finding ways?)
perhaps your toes pointing north indicates
a long journey up a steep mountainside
i cannot tell you how or indeed whether
falling on your back, side, or front
markedly differentiates the divination
or how which why whether or whence
if your legs are crossed or arms flung wide
it likewise affects the proposed prognostication
needless to say there are
many foolish ways supposedly to determine your future
& there are many many things i do not understand
She created you, birthed you from her own flesh and bone Every atom, every twist of DNA Was all by Her design. You were once the spring leaf Of an old tree long gone. You were the mud on the riverbank. You were the star that exploded And made our solar system. You are a part of your home A part of this Earth Just as a snail Is a part of her shell. Next time it is dark And you can't find your roots Remember this: The land knows you even when you are lost.
America is lost and
no longer knows herself,
but truly did she ever?
Land of the white and
home of the male.
My skin is a traitor,
my body a prisoner.
When we we have been dismantled
and there is nothing left worth saving,
will we admit we were wrong then?
I know no home.
I know no land.
I am an agent of those
fighting to be free.
“The land knows you, even when you are lost“
And the water knows too
Find yourself in the flow
For this hour I want you to use the quote bellow by Robin Wall-Kimmerer from her book Braiding Sweetgrass as the jumping off point.
“The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
The Land knows you even if you are lost … the Land, Our Mother Earth
Respect and Love her, she is no different than your own Mother who gave you Birth
The Land knows you even if you are lost … in the whirlwind of Life
Do not forget her, she will help you in the long strife
She will Feed, Bathe, Clothe, Protect you … if you give her Care and Nourishment
But if you Ravage, Destroy, Abuse her … you will face Mother Nature’s Wrath – Global Warming, Tsunamis, Quakes, Droughts – a Mother’s Punishment
I walk through day to day, no site of you.
I dream & swim in thoughts, waves of you.
I sit, ’round a fire rise, thoughts turns smoke.
A breeze hugs, kisses away some flame.
You were never here, heard too much, I run to be lost but am always found.
Trees hold high the songs, carried by the air to ear.
Wash away the night, every morning. Every night, wash away the day.
Do it all again, some call it camping.
Others call it home.