Chopping Wood And Carrying Water; -) Poem by Chuy Amante

I used to enter the forest
with axe in hand
there to toil
to work the land

pails of water
always uphill
a task, a job
I was fodder
for the mill

and then,

heart changed
eyes opened

and I disappeared

but,

wood was gathered
it was a dance
water fetched
nearly in trance

"it" was me
for the All
a part of the flow
an opportunity to grow
Together
as
1

no job
no work
no me
to be the jerk
just us
all
peace
love
flowing below again
with heaven above