8/1/13

a mamaist environment





God bless the woods I won’t seek a way out of

God bless the snake I want to let live in the grass

God bless the ground that has kept slipping out
            from under me

God bless the hell and high water I have come through
            (and these waters, for running so deep)

God bless the stone walls I have run into
            (trying to arrive at where one never stops arriving)

God bless the wrong trees I have barked up

God bless the crow I have had to eat
            (the taste of which is unmistakable)

God bless the rain I at times haven’t known enough to come
            out of

God bless the wind to which I have thrown some,  
            but not all, caution

God bless the mountains that have been moved by my 
            faith (even without my knowing it)

God bless the clouds my head has been in

God bless the bird in the air I have felt as free as

God bless the earth I always come back down to

God bless the sky for not being the limit

God bless the stars that have been in my eyes
            (by which all that I love brightly shines)

God bless the moon that lives in the man

God bless the sun whose light, in dawning, I am 
            just now beginning to see






Botsford, Alan. mamaist: learning a new language. Kamakura, Japan, Minato No Hito, 2002.



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