Dan Hessey is a wonderful friend of Windhorse Farm. He visits us from Boulder, Colorado and has been known to teach awesome programs at the Farm. He was last here a few weeks ago for a gathering of earth stewards. He shared this description and poem with me today.
“I wrote the first draft of this poem with frozen fingers as the sun rose, having spend the night under the full moon in a sleeping bag in the woods next to the stream at Windhorse Farm. I felt that the ink was mixed from my heart and the sky, and all my confusion, sadness and aspiration welled up to meet the paper. “
In Deep Woods
I rest against a moss-covered rock-bench before dawn.
It reminds me of a lime velour banquette in a cheap hotel.
Before me lies a dense lattice of untidy trunks and
Branches withered by striving, dark and dumb;
Above, the green canopy awaits the sun.
Hidden codes impel this arbor up,
No eye, no ear, not feeling. All
Elbow and jostle for a portion of bright sky; and as
Greenland’s icy mantle melts, our little brook prattles on.
But soon this forest shall be gone, gone, completely gone.
Star-swept sky, cure our knowing, for
Such sadness cannot be well-borne by us.
You, your head-pennants catching the rising sun, beaten
Silver helm and crystal mail shining, riding a snowy mare,
Wielding the pure spear, bearing the perfect sphere!
Unknowable heart of the senses, Earth’s secret soul:
Cleanse our despair, heal us, show our being whole.
Dan Hessey
Windhorse Farm
April 18, 2011







