White Marsh Marigold (Caltha leptosepala)

(1) The spring gives freely

of its water,

but only in freedom

can we drink.

(2) Omnia rerum origo est musica /

Music is the source of all things. *

HILDEGARD'S GARDEN—a long-line sonnet

From the banks of the River Rhein, returning salmon pause,
Pondering great cycles of green, blue, and golden light,
Pulsing above a convent on a hill, shimmerings of sound,
Visions from a more subtle realm, from the lips of women

Rounded in a's and o's: O grace of Maria, O axis mundi,
Modes of but one crystaline amethyst flow, from North Sea
To the heart-center of the uncharted Alps, a river flows.
Whole. Heal. Hale. Water heals. Sound heals. Plants heal.

O walled garden paradise with beds of Wormwood and Yew,
Hyssop, Skullcap and Rue. Do we translate arete as
Virtue, or excellence? We hear the discussions of the feminine,

Of wild-eyed girls dancing in circles around the Moon,
Of salmon running upstream, following a silver ribbon of sound
Spanning from sea to stars, and to places we've not yet seen.

X.16.2011,
Camp Lost & Found,
Eagle Cap Wilderness

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