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Issue: February 2013 Newsletter
A Poem

By Hannah Mackay

I donít want to talk to you about
Blame
Or forgiveness.
I want to step back into the place
Where things were whole.

A story threads its way through us,
Its roots unseen
Drinking in mystery
From the bones of our ancestors.

A story threads its way through us,
Seeking the light,
Tendrils, leaves growing
Up towards the blue sky.

Small minds.
Our small minds fixate
On our own greying guilt
The sparse threads of our omissions
The small stones of our mistakes.

The richness of life
Grows on anyway.
Fragrant flowers,
The give of the mud of the path,
The taste of smoke on the back of the tongue.
The wren sings to herself in the hedgerow
Whether we listen or not.

I don’t want to talk to you about
Getting things wrong.
I want to receive the gifts of my life again
With my eyes open.

A story threads its way through us
Twists and turns, unfolding
Whether I listen or not.

A story threads its way through us
Complex first-growth forest
Its own ecology
Creating climate
Keeping balance.

Small minds.
Our small minds dulling, shrinking through fear.
A small loop on a small page,
Seeking 2D resolution
In a 3D world.


I don’t want to talk to you about trauma.
I want to fall into the refracted patterns of your energy.
I want to be carried forward
To follow richness, strength, love
Opening to receive.

hannahmackay@hotmail.com

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