Moments of Movement-Meditation in Nature


Some Short Poems

Kristina Gjems

The stone-faced mountains
     watch my melting form
become a hundred flowers.
Outstretched on the furrowed ground
 My bones breathe
with the ancient rock.
Singing to under-water trees,
floating rocks and mirrored clouds.
The six healing sounds.
A solitary pine
guides the form,
      extending its shimmering reflection.
Still dark
The earth receives
every dancing leaf.
The sound
of their wings
follow my hand.
Wind above
Roots below
I begin.