TRANSITION ZONES - feel free to add your own verse
Every person receives
A gift of life unique
Known only to them
Owned only by them
Impossible to share
Except at the edges of experience
The transition zone
Even between brothers and sisters
Even between lovers
Our shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
Truth defined by finite process
producing
Infinite diversity of result
By design
By one authority
Following the same harmonics
Singularity to Chaos
In one explosive instant
Energy in a rush to disperse
Matter desperate to reconnect
Hydrogen transformed through the gravity
Of desire, gathers in clouds
Finds the will to contain, conserve
Focus the Chaos of energy
Our shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
Clouds of Hydrogen
Transform to more complexity
In an unending cycle of
Resistance, heat, pressure, release
Choice and accountability form
An unbreakable bond
Singularity divided by polarity of intent
Creates the force of balance
Our shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
Where earth and sky
Give and take
Where water
Transforms and transports
Elements and nutrients exchanged
Where energy and matter and Information
Are conserved and circulated
Tides of understanding ebb and flow
Our shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
Our watershed, Wild Chesaw
A transition zone
Where the edges of
Shrub-steppe dryland
Grassland meadows
Mixed conifer forests
Wetland, creek, pond
Overlap and mingle
Providing food and shelter
For an amazing diversity of birds
Herds of deer
Coyote, cougar, bear
Our shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
Our beloved creek
Headwaters,
The beating heart of the watershed
Once the life-blood of
The great Sarsapkin’s people
Claimed by Capt. Myer
Still
Gathers rainfall and melting snow
Dances joyfully to join her sisters
journey back to the source
Freely shares her abundance
With all plants and creatures
With-in her reach
One shared reality
Truth
This life
A transition zone
(Roberta Hackett)
Thank you, Bobbi, for your thought provoking passages.
ReplyDeleteI'm still transitioning through it,
seeking truth in this shared reality of Sarsapkin's watershed life.
The geomorphology has changed little
while the human habitation has become
quite intrusive upon Nature's intent.
May we, in transition, find balance and harmony with
the life blood flowing through our beloved Highlands home.