Earth’s Birthing Shelf

Early this morning, long before dawn…

As I climbed my mountain of worries,

I could hear from atop the Andes

The flute of an earlier life speaking to me:

No worries; no fears; no strife.

And I am standing among

Peru’s cloud forest…

And there myself I find…

Standing on the seismic stretch-marks of our planets birthing shelf, and

I remember:

Sometimes one must clash, grind, and break, stone upon stone,

Monumentally shift in volcanic disarray-

To find the New Self…

To find…the New Day

MOUNT CARBON, WEST VIRGINIA TRAIN/OIL EXPLOSION FEBRUARY 2015 Rape of the Land DREAMING THE LAND OF THE VIRGINIAS

By Stephen Emerick

 

THEY KNEW WE WOULD RAPE THE LAND
TAKEN BY AN UNOPENED HAND -
BUT WHAT NO ONE KNEW – WHEN THE OIL WOULD SPEW…
THEY WOULD BURN THE BODY TOO.
DAWN’S DESCENDING IS ENDING INSIGHT
AND DARKEST NIGHT
ILLUMINTING THE ONCE-SEEN
NOW-UNSEEN-HOW?
TRIBE SCRIBE SPITS MOON-LIT WORDS-
TRACKS,LIKE WHERE A HEROIN ADDICT HACKS
BRINGS DERAILMENT, IMPALEMENT OF PAST DREAMS
UPON OIL-FILLED STREAMS
WHITE-TAILED HERDS SCATTER ACROSS VIRGIN FIELDS OF WHITE …
SKY TURNS BLOOD-RED-BLACK-BILLOWS-SMOKE-SIGNALS-DISASTER
HOOF MARKS TRACING
ALIEN FACES REPLACES – INDIGENOUS HOMELANDS

Deforestation/Rape of the Lands

Deforestation

Stephen W Emerick

 

Deep woods…

As the dreaded hood falls, finding

Few are left–

The smell of death…gas and oil and distress

Replacing what little is left.

And here, now,

As all the forests proceeding–

This place becomes to me

The eyes of ancestors

Seeking the land – -the lineage – the life

Lived before,

And I see eyes seeking me…

And find streams of tears:

The Cayahoga, the Miami, the waters of the Hocking, waters

Flowing again as they gather

At the certain shore of those whose hearts are longing;

And I find myself swearing an oath to these waters, hills, caves

Ravines,

These Forests

Sacred all–

An Oath: To give my breath to each and all…Before my fall.

Golden Thread by Shawna Emerick

Oh Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon,
May our memories meet soon.
Upon the open wings of the Eagle,
All spirits soar.
The species of the human’s souls
Yearns for so much more.
Our earthen legs take feeble steps,
While wondering mind becomes up swept.
Oh Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon,
May our memories meet soon.

 

 

Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

                                     Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

By  Stephen W Emerick  Translated by Martha Calderon Lahanas

La cordillera central de los Andes del Peru (como toda gran montaña)
Me mantiene despierto hasta la luz del amanecer…
Por lo que es lo más sagrado y está escrito en piedra,
baja desde la cumbre de las montañas…
Escrito está en las tablas de nuestros corazones-
Alrededor del fuego de la noche
Y asi es y asi fue con Moises en la Montaña Horeb, y aqui
Esta noche, durmiendo al pie de Machu Picchu!
Si usted hubiera estado también allá, usted entendería por qué
he jurado un convenio con
el Dios
De la Montaña!
Yo no le daré hospitalidad al miedo
Yo le daré hospedaje a la precaución pero brevemente.
Yo siempre y por una eternidad
Abriré mi corazón en el corazón
del Dios de la montaña!

 

Sworn Covenant with the God of the Mountain                                        Stephen W Emerick

The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been there you would know why

I have sworn a covenant with

The God

Of the Mountain!

 I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

 I shall entertain caution but briefly.

                                                                    I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

 

Fairure’s Cairn

With every failure and every fear,
Yet another stone is placed
There upon the growing pile—
High upon the hill.

For far too long
My failures overwhelmed me–
Stones immense and mighty, waiting there,
High upon the hill…

Until the day I learned
To turn my failures
Into faith, and put an
End to hate.

And now I am returning
(wiser for the learning)
To home’s safe
And embracing harbor—

Only to see my failures have borne fruit,
Like fattened grapes
Upon an ancient arbor
As I look high upon the hill.

And failure’s cairn
Now guides me from high upon the hill,
As I sail upon the currents
Of a sea of milk and honey.

Sworn Covenant

The Central Andes with the

Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the

night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been here you would know–

Why I have sworn a covenant

With

The God

Of the Mountain!

I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

I shall entertain caution but briefly.

I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

A Line of Smoke from The Black Hills

An ignorant white mind…

And so it was

I thought…

The Black Hills ~ Immovable.

Unbelievable:

An unborn mind

Blind.

Bison Beast,

Black Hills Bounty…

Placenta bursting forth from Wind Cave

The earth breathes, heaves ~ Birth.

Spirit of a moveable feast ~

Bison, Beast,

Tatonka.

Sage is lit…

A line of smoke ~

Moons glisten upon

Ebony horns trumpeting the

Coming of the

Black Hills ~ Eternal,

Tatonka