:: Edgeliving: Master Jim and slave marsha ::

:: Sunday, September 28, 2003 ::

Random thoughts...

From time to time, i read something that speaks to me about my life as a slave. (Sometimes i find these things in really odd places.) As i find them, i'll try to share them here...

Here's one:

The Deer Path
by Kate Cheney Chappell

The deer path is the path you see with your heart,
invisible to the eyes of others,
the way into your wild, unnamed parts,
a route disguised, uncharted.

The trail is hard and dark,
crowded by root-bound granite,
hemmed by spruce limbs curtaining light;
it dwindles to a trace---

Yet leads to a clearing
where others have rested before you.
See, their bodies bent the grass
their spirits, arrows of light;

Scent of water is in the air
as, from that rough corridor,
you enter the gentle opening of possibility,
a place that feels familiar
and new
at the same time.


Walking the deer path,
--slave marsha

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