Poetry Matters- from the archives of my early 20s

I spent last week cleaning out the attic in my childhood home. This task had called me and pulled at me until I finally submitted, crouched down and opened up the archives of my life.

The "New Age" spiritual community often writes about the Akashic Records. They say these archives house a book on every soul -- all its lives past and present. We can know who we are and have been, they say, from these records.

While some say its possible to access this information from earth, I find old toys, college papers and long since extinguished Christmas candles far easier to grasp.

In the excavation process, one of the great treasures was a pile of poems and quotes that touched me.

I want to share one poem by Bill Holm...it seems fitting in light of fall and the events in Paris, Beirut, Baghdad and Mali.

"Above me, wind does its best
to blow leaves off
The Aspen tree a month too soon.

No use wind.
All you succeed in doing
is making music,
the noise
of failure grown beautiful."

(August in Waterton)