Dust and Ashes

 

 

 

Blown away

bit by painful

bit

Overt

Ounce by

ounce

Fretting

Fiber by

fiber

Insatiable incubus...

Inch by

inch

 

On foot

In the woods

deep

From myself no secrets

can I keep

Blown away in the wind

wicked and wild ....

or whispering

my self

to

me

 

She shifts as I too

shift

From dreamy to

desperate

Glee to

guile

As I trek the

rooted mangled

miles

Of fallen leaves and

rising hopes

The noose around my neck

gone

The rancid rope
held

So tightly

around

my vibrating voice

 

It is free now, open

and I am.....

blown away

 

I found ME in the center

of the circular

labyrinth

And burned the old one

I was

As I left her in a heap

of ash and delicate

dust

At the mouth of the

wooded trail

Leaving strong, though

somewhat

frail

 

Sister wind will capture the ashes

and the dust

Mingled with those of

my trail mate

By now, the mighty maiden

wind has blown away

the ashes and the dust

Of the

trek on the trails

of the

two of us

 

 

 

simultaneous.....

Ever on this journey

endless

alone

Or in stride

alongside

The soil, the stone

The wood and

the wind

There is no stop

There is no begin

 

A circular journey

Endless

Beginning less

Always a spiral spinning....

turning

Shining, raining

Emoting the moment

fleeting

Fearless and victorious

 Endlessly.... simultaneous

 

Ever on.... dear traveler

of your own

soul

Finding the center

of this journey's circle

is perhaps your goal

For in the center of the

circle is too, the center

of your self

 

In the footprints of others

who have traveled

this same land

Walking stick in humbled

hand

Having explored this same circle

in moments

prior

Yet, still and always

simultaneous

 

Ever on, all of us

walking the circle
Owning our

soul's curves

and bends

Knowing no beginning

Suffering no end

Simultaneously.... within this planetary

circle of 

endless souls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The concentric rings of the tree
inside
Is where I go today to be found
and hide
A new ring for each year
alive
The ring around my finger heavy
as a gyve

The freedom of the forest
calls
I run to it leaving behind all
walls
A fork in the road will present
I know
And I will choose which way to
go

I may choose to walk any
path
I can wander the woods.... no need
for a map
For in the green and brown forest's 
protection
I can travel safely in any
direction

My soul will honor the leaves newly
fallen down
As they crunch under my feet connected
to the ground
Under the ground lies Gaia's
mighty heartbeat
It's sad, and it's sweet and I know it
complete

For it is the beat of my own
heart
Matched again now that we are
no longer apart
We are rejoined in the forest
deep and wild
"I've come home to you mama,
I am your child"

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Perhaps....

Free my soul
Free me..... whole
Let me go
Tell me no

Unfurl my wings
Such freedom they bring
Open full and wide
Wingspan of pride

Flying away
Perhaps another day
I will find you in the snow
Where the cold winds blow

We will leave our footprints
Distant, separate imprints
Upon the land we travel
Letting the future simply unravel

No blame placed
I often dream of your face
And how we sang that song
Together, so sweet and long

Free me
See me
Believe me
Retrieve me?

Perhaps another day

As I Become

The lift and the sway

Gentle peace... mine

In the sweet cadence

of the waves of the wise

water

My soul sails the waves

today

 

Take me out, deep away

from the self

and the others of

my life

Keep my blatant blues at a

distant bay

 

Fill the invisible sails

of my arms....lifted

As is my vessel friend

Lifted in the sway

As I rejoice in my reunion

with my whales

 

Take me away.....friend

Let me know the freedom of the

rise and fall

The swell and sway

Rock me to sleep on the waves

as we dream together

at day's end

 

Such peace is mine

Rock me on the water

As I am here, riding

these waves

Sing me the sea's lullaby...

as

I become her rhythm

and her rhyme

Fly Flags of Flowers

 

 

Hey, what ever happened to that

peace thing?

What ever happened to loving

your brother

ALL your brothers and

sisters?

 

Why do we still argue about

skin color

or ethnicity?

 

Why are some of us so

afraid of ourselves

still

That we will attack

another person

For any reason....

 

Hard to say?

Figure it out, friend

 

Whatever happened

to love

and caring and

feeding those souls

that starve?

 

What ever happened

to sharing

and not littering

the planet

 

Hard to say?

Clean this place up!

 

What ever

happened to

common decency?

 

What happened

to you and

me

 

Hard to say?

Where are you under all that

everyday damage?

 

Climb with me to that

ground high

Let us lift our voices

again

 

Hold my hand in your hippie

skirt and bare feet

Don your patchouli

pungent

Fly flags of flowers around

your neck

 

Love me free, comb my

hair...flowing

Dance in the streets in the mid

day sun

Take a day off work and

take a nap in the park

 

Fly flags of flowers from

windows

Hand flowers out to the wandering

strangers

void of beauty in their

lives

 

What happened to us

people?

 

Hard to say?

Make it easy once

again

 

 

 

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something....possible

say it
if ya feel it
life is too short
to wonder
and way too long
to wander

say it
if ya need it
life is way too short
for waiting
and way too long
for regrets

say it if you
mean it
life is way too short
for misunderstandings
and way too long
to stand in the
relentless rain of
tears tumbling
down

hard to say what you
need
want
or
know is
right
then quit cryin
and gift yourself
a way

life is way too short
to spend time
any where but where you
want to
and way too long to
long for
something.....
possible

Timber of the Tree......for Sharon

 

 

Capture the centuries

Carry the lineage

Stay connected

Dreamer of drama

Fool of folly

Sage of sinister behavior

 

Innocent are you?

 

Storybook bullshit

Endings unreal

Wisdom

wasted on

Caged freedom

 

Fires blazing

Forged failures

Beginnings banished

Free.... a nice idea

 

Heartland hurting

Memories mangled

Calling me to rearrange

 

Fretting my

family

The rise of the

sun

Misgivings mine?

Yearnings

yours?

 

Recapture myself

I must

Lead me to my

self

 

Innocent am I?

 

Staring over

No one owns my

path

Deep in my own heartlands

I call to my own

memories

peaceful

 

Burning the eyes of my ancestors

The age of my innocence

rising

now...

in the smoke

and

mirrors

of my own dreamer

fool and sage

 

My storybook cleared

of the cages

Forged in the past

chasing of the

days

of those who

walked before

me

 

Easy to see me

now

As the smoke of

my family failures 

passes away

 

Reflected in the

mirror is

the future I build

for me from

the

timber of the tree

of my

family....

 

chosen and

free

 

 

 

the turning.....

Seasonal changes
Life rearranges
constantly

The snap of the cool breezes 
took my attention
today
Post harvest moon
Pre-frost on
the waiting window sill
reality

The turn of the seasons

Summer, an elusive misty
long day's dream
As if I were locked in a
sauna
Hot stones sitting..... meeting the
liquid love
of the wet mistress
pouring over their hardened
bodies
So sweet is the hisssssssss
of release when they
connect
Steam rising...hot
and heavy
hanging in the room
Covering me

It took me months to
acclimate
to the humidity
And now, in the crave of
it
I am left wanting

Waiting game

Fall around the bend.....my most
kindred
sacred season
For I feel like those falling
leaves
As I have come home to the
deeper colors
of myself...so too
have they

We fall and flutter down like
dreams not  yet understood
to the growing mind of a
child
Landing lightly on the ground
Some day, these dreams
shall be recalled
as the child grows
I realize my dancing dreams
of childhood
this way now....when I can
fully understand
the falling....

The dance of the seasons

I nod in reverence to Winter
I am most in awe
of you, season of white
Season of rest
Season I have yet to fully
understand
Teach me to fall into you
too

This time, tutor me
In my 52nd turn of the frozen
wheel
Teach me about your bounty
of peace
The white blanket of truth
I allow you

The hunker down of our mama

And Spring....so distant as another
dream elusive
I await you like a fairy tale
princess in a secluded deep sleep
My prince will come
He will bring the sun.... pulling her
on a string magically
attached to his mighty steed

He will place the glowing orb above me
Illuminating my face
And he will lean in upon me
The heat of his heart will spark my
fire awake
                     Once again

She seems so far off, the Spring
For now, I will rest assured in the
promise of her
return
Surely she will come and bring
my prince
who brings the sun

The promise of my prince

Seasonal sequence once again
falling all around me
Like a dream I do not yet
understand

Teach me in the turning...

Sit 'Em Down Straight

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The blues be ridin
me deep today, man
Casting me deeper
into the deep blues sea
Sinkin' in da waves all around me

When the waves of blues
tumblin' all over me
I got choices about what to do
I can sink in the salt
never knowin' what they all about
Or I can sit 'em down straight
For a deep talk to relate

"what you want with me today
blues so heavy I can't carry it all?"
Lay it out for me, then gits away
I got things to do, no time to fall

Then my blues say one thing or another
That they is mine, or the load of a hurtin brother
Then I can make a choice bout how to let go
and move on in the way most apropos

The blues is a healer in a life sung in color
They show ya what lies deep inside
Next time they shows to you in multi druthers
Sit down wit 'em.... aint no use in tryin ta hide

They gonna find you, it's a part of life
Befriend 'em when the waves hit ya deep
Blues ain't no demon, or the devil's wife
Just a promise to yourself ya needs ta keep

Keep it real, keep it open
Ride the waves of the deep blues ocean
Pretty soon, with all dat wisdom you glean
You be singin' reds and pinks, purples and greens

"what you want with me today
blues so heavy I can't carry it all?"
Lay it out for me, then gits away
I got things to do, no time to fall

wingspan

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a scared gift....
life
too precious to let
fear take it
all away
 
looking down....
there you were just
below me
"come, friend, join me
up here
on the lift of the wind
it is safe here on the
waves of air....
take my hand"
 
but you were afraid...
you wanted to
your arms held tightly
to your side
hands like paddles
of wood
lifeless..... now
 
"no worries, friend
in the time gifted to you
when you know it
is safe
here I shall be"
 
and so we continued
our connected journey
 
as time passed I found
myself
looking down again
"where are you, friend...
see you I can not"
you did not answer, you
heard me not

dread and fear for the first
time
took hold of my humbled
heart
and in that moment of doubt
my drop began

the pending plummet caused
a cry from my core
"HELP ME!!"
and in all of the mangled danger...
in the perfect moment
a hand from above reached down
and caught me
breaking my fall

as I gazed upward...my eyes wild
with passing terror
I witnessed eyes I knew so
well
A gasp escaped my trembling
lips

and in the gifted grace of
time
I heard you say
"come, friend, join me
up here
on the lift of the wind
it is safe here on the
waves of air....
take my hand"

you.....
fearless, full of faith
in yourself
wingspan wide
wisdom
your compass
me by your
side
humbled once
again
by the precious
sacred surprises of
life