Big Green, Big Blue (Poem)

Originally posted in August 2005 by Aisha (a poem about the Big Green Gathering)

No streets, no city lights

But stars stretching up

To where it all began.

Tree lined paths fold out

Guiding to the villages.

Gazing on further,

A Siberian dwelling

Offers shelter and tea

To tell stories, share laughter

And guide others to the East

A fire burns and silence

Folds round the moment

Come close and listen

Come, come closer

Can you hear Baikal?

The crack fracture of ice

As Baikal’s presence swells

Breathing and waiting

The call a mile down

Of life below in the blue.

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