Wednesday, January 13, 2010


It began with a tree
It will end with a tree

This intangible belly with its roots exposed, giving into me
I stared into this infinitely armed, gentle beast with total abandon
Just a moment longer than the natural inclination to continue the path I’ve tread
Just long enough to hear her pulling me into a collapsed lean
Her whisper like a shout without words
Just a thought


When we give up these ghostly eyes, we will go into the trees
One breath at a time
Becoming the dusting and the dews of her echo
Hovering like the winds, we will giggle and wink at the dramas we have played out here
like blind children in their sand boxes

And on and on and on it goes
Our dance
In one body after the next
In one corpse after and so on…willingly
No matter the cost or all that has come before

None of us will be able to account for when and how it will come to an end
(These bodies)
When we will dance our last

We are shadows
Though we creep and crawl entombed in flesh and bone thoughts
Busy with securing elusive immortality
I imagine such shadows will retreat when there are no branches left to bear our fruits
Then we will see if our Great Mother will give us a different kind of legs to go on gathering

(copyright by Chana Ylahne Orr 2010)


  1. The light of you is undeniable. Your words radiate what I know to be true about your spirit: Divinity. Continue along the path. Continue in the light. Beautiful!

  2. What a compliment... I am humbled