Becoming a Naturalist (Part 48) by Jack Phillips
Canopies draw lines on the sky in narrow light become veins then a web then sutras stitch the world the thin waters of my eyes and the rest of me.
Write bird-songs in the snow a thumb for a crow a pinky a chickadee come spring do frogs in the mud by the pond.
Bodies always becoming even in winter ever emerging from desire burning deeply our love of this earth.
Be known by these woods feel a thousand eyes upon you one flesh among many make shadows with the same sun lay lyrics on the land.
Shadow Sutras workshop series winter 2020: for details contact Jack at firstname.lastname@example.org .