It’s a conveyance of meaning

As I read the language of the bare branches.

The two touching to make an arch

That eagle sits beneath in the mist …

Can we too arch toward the wayward other

Not easy in early January

When fear want it’s way with us.

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My mother told me to guard my thoughts

A big concept for a child to understand

But I can feel those two tall sentinels

Left and Right that I imagined then and made real.

I have new awarenesses now about my inner helpers

People on the other side, the Sage in the I Ching-

The Loving energy that finds me in the mist.

But mostly it’s that I dig who I am

And that is the short cut to all manner of difficulties.