“Riddle Under Foot” (Poem, 52 Make-up Week 16)

Running behind in posting these, but the creativity continues. Last Sunday I met with my old poetry companions and someone suggested that we each write a riddle poem.

They scatter me
and then cut me down
but I rise again

Bury me in the snow
flood me with the rain
burn me in the sun
still I persevere
and come back

The law tells you to keep off of me
but I really don’t mind
so long as you’re gentle

You can trample me
but not defeat me

I’m the journey-work of the stars
and the hair of graves
(says Uncle Walt)

Under your feet
but supporting your every breath

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Tom Swiss describes his spiritual path as "Zen Pagan Taoist Atheist Discordian", which usually baffles questioners enough to leave him alone. Over the past decade he has built a reputation as a lecturer on subjects spanning the gamut from acupressure to Zen and from self-defense to sexuality. He is an NCCAOM Diplomate in Asian Bodywork Therapy, a godan (fifth-degree black belt) in karate, a poet, a singer/songwriter, an amateur philosopher, and a professional computer geek. Tom has previously served as President of the Free Spirit Alliance. He is the author of "Why Buddha Touched the Earth" (Megalithica Books, 2013). Find out more about his wacky adventures at www.infamous.net.