Humming Carols

nothing compares.
no purchase, no gifting,
nothing permeates, sates so fully
as these daily
hourly
moments eternal filling soul with color,
with every reason to breathe,
to be given in love,
to receive every ounce this life bestows.
to the seer goes the spoils,
to the one who tastes a richness nothing can destroy…

This was originally posted with this image: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwgk2pFJFX1r4t9h1o1_500.jpg

then it struck me that before I had a tumblr acccount i had never considered using an image even with the source credited without permission. we quote people all over the place without getting in touch with them and… yeah. this one i’m going to be more careful with! but wah! i love the pic!!!

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Tree Treasure

tree tall, telling life
smiling songs strong in grateful
sight of hearts alive…

j. ruth kelly, 2011

gee whiz. isaac is such treasure…

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Back Then…

Back then
when we dug in the dirt,
pushed seeds in and began again,
running to the rivers, streams,
waiting for the deluge ‘midst the hum
of thriving schemes,
back then we knew.

We knew earth.
We knew rhythm.
We knew the taste of sweat
and stains of pride
more clean than anything
these tall towers of
acclaim
could begin to suggest.

We knew real.
We knew the best of feltness
and none of this,
none of this surreal
education machination
proclaiming prescribed “greatness”
in a gasp of inferiority screaming something wrong
wrong wrong
when never was there such.

Back then
when we heard the heavens cry,
thunder deep in our veins,
we were whole.

2011

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River Roar . . .

birth the roaring flow
fullness telling truths fearless.
pour out all our tears…

tallulah river 2011

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Vital Visual

cover me stones, please.
“progress” circles ’round me now
but once i ran free.
 
(This is a photo of an ill-fitting tribute to a Native American princess at a three-way interesection in the mountains of N. Ga.  I was blown away by the obviousness of the slicing through the mountains, the loss we wrought amongst indigenous tribes and how flip our pile of “tribute” in the middle of the road as we hurry along to our lives so far removed from the soil. But, also, how lovely these stones. Such a strange mix of life’s irony and injustice. And the dignity of the earth that remains regardless of our ignorance.)
j. ruth kelly 2011

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Riversong…

throw the mountains down on these depths
cover me in dross and tangles, slice through the channels
but
i
will
thrive…
this whispering stream of life deeper still,
moss-covered resilience humming…
something ancient, always new.
nothing can kill, mute, destroy
the singing song of soul within
you,
me,
all.

tallulah song 2011

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