...to catch slipping worlds
how hard to explain it now—
there were Goddesses,
our grandmothers, casting nets,
singing earth under guiding stars
...following the prints
of dancing cranes, ecstatic
shamans wrote down
the words from letters, power
gifts of the indwelling soul.
find life in the rock,
follow the trail forever
it will slip away
nets can never hold it fast
impossible to hold down
3 tanka
how hard to explain it now—
there were Goddesses,
our grandmothers, casting nets,
singing earth under guiding stars
...following the prints
of dancing cranes, ecstatic
shamans wrote down
the words from letters, power
gifts of the indwelling soul.
find life in the rock,
follow the trail forever
it will slip away
nets can never hold it fast
impossible to hold down
3 tanka
Powerful poem, touching soul.
ReplyDeleteThanks. I appreciate your comment.
Deletedoes it not seem the words are for holding the spaces that the definition resides beside? always beside. never truly nameable.
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