Through the Gate of Trees ~ poetry of awakening

By George Lisi

Through the Gate of Trees ~ poetry of awakening is a consistently uplifting and deeply healing keepsake of awakened relationship with the Earth and our own true nature.

George Lisi is a naturalist, meditator, teacher and poet living in Central Vermont. His poetry arises from his meditative practice and profound and playful colloquy with the multi-dimensional sentience of the nature kingdoms.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Lisi
• Release date: May 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311078520

George Lisi

George Lisi is a naturalist, meditator, teacher and poet living in Central Vermont. His poetry arises from his meditative practice and a profound and playful colloquy with the multi-dimensional sentience of the nature kingdoms.

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Through the Gate of Trees

To the One Radiance

manifesting in all forms

Through the Gate of Trees: poetry of awakening

By George Lisi

Smashwords Edition

text and cover photo copyright ©2013 George Lisi

author photo copyright ©2013 Janet Fredericks

design and typesetting by Jane English

ebook formatting by Maureen Cutajar

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published by Wisdom of the Herbs School

Annie McCleary, director

1005 County Road

East Calais, Vermont 05650

802-456-8122

www.wisdomoftheherbsschool.com

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2013945386

ISBN 978-0-615-95905-4 (pbk)

first printing, July 2013

Contents

Beginning Poems

Poems 2011 to 2013 - in the order written

Ending Poems

Index of Poems – first line(s)

the cloud people

glowing

in the evening light

floating through the world story

eloquent

now and in the long ago

the clouds are water in the air

ponds that walk the sky

their beauty moves within our minds

and travels

through our inner air

our eyes follow them

with the fond regard of kin

and a glow of family pride

for we are water in a skin

ponds that walk the earth

and together

we have journeyed

through all the weathers of this world.

~ 11/26/12

the warm blanket of home

is woven in and through and beyond your walls

one milky comforter of air

shining in space

enfolds us

and the all the lives around you

winged and footed furred and finned

swim and glide and enter in

your door

reassuring your earthly native body

and expanding your kindred soul

we all fit

warm together in the glow of home.

~ 11/26/12

pillowed in their crystal children

I gaze into guileless intimacies of cloud

swirling and unfolding

opening their hands

in pure gift to earth and heaven

between vertiginous canyons

a blue bled of light

hints august austerity of space

intimate yet

be home in cell and sky

and spiraling galactic cloud

propinquity of breath and bone and blood

denying not

your true and ever present ancestry.

~ 1/22/11

too full for cloud I fall

round grey bliss, plashing, seeping,

flowing, joining, blessed not weeping.

~ 5/4/11

today is a day

where mysteries are open to you

cross the threshold

and walk among the powers

swirling through Terra

from ripening grain

to the lake of stars

the calling of the Inner Music

is hidden in the wind

this moment

is yours to mount my friend

a thousand ages you have waited

will you not arise and go?

~ Lammas, 8/5/11

before the dawn

I step out my door

to the clear eye of the moon

the trees swaying

rustling prayer rattle leaves

chickadee’s fee-bee

rose glow of clouds

the living air

enveloping sweetness.

~ 11/22/11

listen carefully to who you are

the knowledge is in the stillness

beyond the culture tales

your back is broad

ridge strong, tree peopled

and clouds float in your hair.

~ 11/26/11

spare a moment to touch this Earth

your miraculous home carved out of Light

now, this moment, before your next thought

let the wonder fill you.

~ 12/11/11

lying on the snow

I hear the warm and merry Earth

singing underneath me.

~ 1/18/12

trooping twig fingered

under the moving sky

striding the hills

and making homes of ridges

the trees

speak

in rooted vocables

and branching gestures

that language

spoken ere and yet

before we

alphabet ridden

mistook the rider for the horse.

~ 1/24/12