When the Ripe Fruit Falls
When the ripe fruit falls
its sweetness distills and trickles away into the veins of the earth.
When fulfilled people die
the essential oil of their experience enters the veins of living space, and adds a glisten to the atom, to the body of immortal chaos.
For space is alive
and it stirs like a swan
whose feathers glisten
silky with oil of distilled experience.
- D.H. Lawrence,
spoken during elder's blessing by Carol Hwoschinsky
Yosemite fire's smoke filled the air of this magical place and sacred weekend.