Stone and water

Stone a million years of sand and water
are we not as old as time itself if only
we could remember the whole story
when we were a single cell ambeoa
flowing in the waters of all life coming
ashore then learning to walk upright
against the better judgement of spines
we jumped some stage in evolution
is that the reason for our confusion
with each other and this journey we
are on waking flying driving fast yet
we are still in the forest grunting and
groaning our daily existence to be one
with all the elements of earth herself
now we are driven to distractions by
this virtual of violence and decay and
we have forgotten the simply pleasure
of swaying in the wind by the river edge
oh glory be to our maker that we forgot
and forgot ourselves along the way too

Emily Carr

At the art gallery your painting overwhelmed me to tears
you had captured the heart of everything completely
the west coast the people the places and rainforest
your brush strokes bring to life the aroma of mystery
and you yourself brazen loud and alive sweet bear
like Van Gogh a shinning star burning bright your
sails caught the wind  heaven on each newcanvas
you caught the great mystery and more you caught
the aroma of the forest and the  morning dew light
totems against the sky and totems in the forest
fascinated by the art of the first people here
you paid homage to their relationship with nature
you had no time for the polite and boring dullness
of the english upper class you were the wild woman
of the woods Emily you were the breath of imagination
you touched my soul with color and passion and
these tears fell all over my winter coat unabashed
I sat for hours drinking in your world and I long
long to know that passion by which you lived unabashed