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

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2 thoughts on “Re-Assemblage

  1. I always enjoy finding you and your powerful, beautiful words in my in box. This poem is timely. Thank you for sharing your view, your power, your beauty and vision. Love, Julie

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