The Sadness

Exiting the silence

Breaking open the Great Gate of Noise

Lingering in sinful atonement

Amidst clamorings of righteousness

Calls for justice and education

Meanwhile, across the water,

issuing instructions by loudspeaker

But stopping at our street

Let them sleep, let them sleep

Will this separate status?

Cost us our safety?

Ocean roars

Closer than close

Arrived on the wind

And I, exhausted, insomniac

Get ready to melt

Thundering surf, half moon light

A fragment of foam

As cities burn

An archeological layer in a story of sadness

Lock Down

The world will not have it

This idleness, empty space

Laying down, luxuriant, in the warmth of the womb

The world will not have the dark

The flame or the softness

The world would make us busy

Working so our thoughts are monsters

Clinical, thorough, precise

My resistance is cushioned by lock down

In the gluttony of rest I find a still point

Round and elegant

Here the real work begins

Not of this world

But the Other

This world would not have it

But I, watcher at the womb door

Welcome the shadow when She comes

Re-Assemblage

When the damn thing breaks

She sings

And me, on the grass, I listen

On the grass and the leaves and the coal

Drawing orange light from the Power Source

The True Warmth within

This is not snake oil

This is Kundalini

A rising and release

Motion questing for expression that this language can not hold

This ones for a deeper plane

A higher place

Bathed in your love

I can only find it in a disjointed and glorious

Re-Assemblage

Light Breath Dance Be

Francis Bebey meets Dawn Chorus

The forest is waiting for you, my child

Singing in all our languages

Known and Unknown

Named and Unnamed

Solid Melting

The Groundless Ground

Existence 

We are children

Waiting for elders

With true hunter gatherer souls

Though Our Fathers

Hold us tight

In patriarchal embrace

Leaving us rooted

Without nourishment

Only extraction

Of the wonderful spirit

In all its messy glory

That is our birth right

Here I practice

Maximum foraging returns

Riding house sits and lucky breaks

Caught in the gap between

Native & Settler

There is no sense to be made

In all of this

I exist regardless

I exist regardless

Remember My Names

Remember my names

Don’t let

The pointless thoughts

The busyness

Overwhelm

Her still and sacred heart

You, child of the mountain and the sea

Sang songs with whales

Tossed on the curve of the bay

Sitting sweetly at the table

When your hair wouldn’t grow

I always wanted

To be there for you

A steady, playful presence

When I fail

It’s not that my love for you 

Is in doubt

But because the world’s noise intruded

Seeping corrosive syrup into the safe place we made

Leaving us in pieces, divided and grief stricken

Our memories disrupted

In bodies, depleted and un-storied

When we are there

I hold you still

Beyond words and noise and silence and things

Ocean carries our secret

Criss crossing the jagged breaks

Coming home on a deep swell

A strong current

A true call

So remember my names

As a key remembers a lock

Remember my names

Knock knock knock

The Lonely Sea Came

The lonely sea came

Carried by the wind

To the warm red center

1000 leagues from shore

Dust blowing on the crests of her cold waves

I sat, super still

Watching ice tipped fingers searching 

Through the branches and leaves of my treehouse

Inside, I was afraid

But ready

To be enclosed and swept away

My treehouse becoming boat

The leaves a billowing sail

The branches steady oars

Rustle rustle

Tap tap

Sail away

And don’t look back