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		<title>Mountain Dao</title>
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Up to the mountain top,
this wild place of
pine trees and
hickory oak.
Up to the mountain top,
river valley spread
out from ancient
mountain roots
like children behind their  mother&#8217;s skirt.
Wandering path along the ridge,
hugging boulders cut by years.
Wisdom  trees hold on,
hold onto the horizon,
let themselves be bent  and turned
where few can go.
Here, there is Grandfather
and grandchildren,
Here,  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/172</link>
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		<title>Meditating Rock</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Lying on the ground,
my back curled up to soil,
dead wood,  leaves, winter&#8217;s dreams.
I rest like snow,
like a rock lodged  deep,
inert, still, silently aware and
full of presence.
I wait here on the ground,
not for  anything or anyone
but
for waiting itself,
knowing nothing
but
this. No need for questions,
not on the ground.
No  need for beliefs
or reasons why or [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/168</link>
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		<title>Eno River Walking</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
This place with the birds calling to one another,
the slow whir of river walking upon
age-worn rocks from another life,
red clay sinks down, accepts, slides,
green thorns covered with promises of spring,
snow like winter&#8217;s ghost melts into the earth.
The river runs and walks, then runs again,
the quiet eyes of trees observe
passing of time
passing of years
dropping their leaves [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/162</link>
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		<title>Hail Like Lotus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Hail hits the house,
Soul trying to get in.
We build our minds,
place  bolts on the doors,
locks on windows,
shutters,
blinds,
curtains,
mortar and bricks,
cement thoughts,
fears,
expectations,
desires.
We build our minds
and  the Soul wants back in.
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		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/159</link>
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		<title>Love is a Hungry Fox</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Last night, a dove cried on my window.
She wept for her lover in the fox&#8217;s belly,
her mourning woke me to moonless night.
&#8220;Little one,&#8221; I whispered across the sill,
&#8220;Come in and rest your tears somewhere safe.&#8221;
But she would not come near.
&#8220;You&#8217;re the wife of the fox who ate my man,
and your love is hot in him. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/156</link>
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		<title>Kitsune Todd</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
He was going about fox business
when I met him again.
The trees were thick and he wore that
hunter&#8217;s grin on long black lips.
And when I asked him of the day,
he said
&#8220;Kiss me quick.&#8221;
My heart ached like fangs sunk deep&#8211;
stealing the wind, a desert in drought.
I placed my lips to his cold wet nose
as he breathed in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/153</link>
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		<title>Todd</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
It&#8217;s enough,
his laughing eyes to melt with mine
as he walks past me uninhibited.
&#8220;See me,&#8221; his sleek perfection demands.
It&#8217;s enough,
to be a woman alone with him,
in a wild, long-forgotten place
of all things, to find him waiting.
It&#8217;s enough,
his face a full moon of recognition
and my mind unsettled by his desire.
&#8220;You&#8217;re mine,&#8221; his smiling fangs declare.
More than enough,
his [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/135</link>
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		<title>Red Birds Laughing</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Something drew me out
from a long unsensing sleep
into the woods behind my house.
Maybe it was the snow melting into sunshine
or the blue morning deepening into noon.
Maybe it was the red birds laughing outside my window
or perhaps it was the silence
between their songs giving way
to another world awakening from seed.
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		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/79</link>
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		<title>Another Faith</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Speak into the darkness
like a child praying.
Age does not lessen
your need for faith.
I don&#8217;t mean
blindly binding soul to dogma
or sacrificing intuition at devotion&#8217;s hands.
There is another faith
that lives beyond these,
waiting for you&#8211;
not on the mountain top of wonder
but beyond, in valleys
deep with yew, oak and hazel,
moss, cress, mushroom and stone,
fine leg, hoof, snout, fin and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/77</link>
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		<title>Sliabh na mBan*</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
&#8220;Climb with me to the top&#8221;,
picking berries in autumnal sun,
warm and sticky, hot breathed wind
carries her promise of love.
We wend our way in curves,
dizzy with lust, that untamed bird,
leading us up the hill of pleasure,
shy but laughing, intending more.
I chase you, feet wild in pursuit,
rampant in my longing like
Grainne demanding of Diarmuid
unbreakable vows  &#8230; or [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.feralpoetry.com/archives/74</link>
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