Before He Cuts His Road

Someone out in the prairie singing; under the forest weeping.

Among yellow sneezeweed blooming in the “neglected” gravel driveway at Fox Hollow. (July 2026)

Our trees shall not be cut by the root! As it is with them, so for our children. We must interrupt insatiable men, even before we grow hungry. We have to halt that system man, even before he cuts his road.

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We are weeds who shall not be cut by the root. As it is with us, so for our children.

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So listen. Listen for a renaissance; listen for or[i]sons in the rocks; moving through trees. Let go of your eating, needing mind. Even in the “weeds,” these little prayers burning into the air like pollen, like birds, like dew!

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^{Note on music: remix of an old tune by wella tuls.}