Lit McCarthy
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Dear poetry friends, consider supporting my writing through the new coins feature on @paragraph ✨ 💜
I share this post by way of introduction of place, and of longing.
https://paragraph.com/@space-whale/i-am-yearning
Yearning
I am yearning.
For land, for sea, for stars, for sky.
For birds, for plants, for animals, for us.
For our homes and communities and planet.
I am yearning for bone-deep wisdom.
For embodied knowing.
For the integration of information into feeling, sensing, revelation of care.
To be singing in the morning, silly songs and grief songs, from a web place.
Longing for each other.
Longing for the net.
A net that holds and distributes, rather than restricts, extracts, or binds.
Not a net of guilt or codependent grip.
I yearn for a culture with the intelligence to cultivate or recode intricate interconnected systems.
To grow the tall grass.
To share water with ease.
To bring in the animal for the sacred kill, not with dominance, but with balance. 3 replies
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Track Back - Part 1
I saw my own footprint
heading back up the track.
I felt my own instincts
tap me on the back.
Take your own medicine.
Find your way back.
Find your way back from—
it’s too much, not enough,
and all that such and stuff—
to the mind that is always worrying,
splitting focus,
reweaving thought,
splinted, fragmenting pathways-
It’s okay.
Some of us are meant
to live in no-time,
following in and out,
conjuring and reweaving
the net, that captures
some space in some time
It’s a life force.
It’s a pain sometimes,
in madness, sickness—
but often brilliant.
In a tree - visionary
You walk your own path.
But you need not know isolation—
for they are walking too:
beneath,
around,
in front,
alongside you,
with us.
And so are the unborn,
those yet to take shape from our form. They too guide us.
They too dance with us
over mind
and uplift us.
We can get back online with them
a matter of training,
practice,
opening to our field,
which is a great field—
the Great Field 2 replies
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happy full moon star baby fam ✨
I am yearning…
for land, for sea, for stars, for sky,
for birds, and plants, and animals,
for us—
for our homes, our communities, our planets.
For bone-deep wisdom.
For the integration of information into feeling,
transformed into a living, breathing revelation of care.
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