Monday, February 25, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
The Owl Messenger
The Owl Messenger
I drink the inner bark of Pau D Arco
Through the rings of these dreaming trees
I watch the earth in the deep immensity
Scrying the stars for an elders story
I offer corn meal and sage
Deer rib and red clover
To the mother of us all.
I her follow her soul tracks
Over rain pocked ice through saplings
Over logs and bark flakes in the deep
Wintering of my life
Lies the owl foot in my next step
Yellow skin and talons
Lying in ice crystals
The rest of the bird no where
To see the owl messenger
Stops me rushing through my life
Moon returns its light
Through smoke and rattle transforming
Into the elder wings brush thoughts
Ride the drums energy beyond time
And find her there wings still flying
In the medicine of her foot left behind
Wing beats of healing song
To the rhythm of my flight
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
NOMADS PILGRIMAGE
NOMADS PILGRIMAGE
Nomad moon is made for the wolf’s pilgrimage
Walks with my own step in grass song
Creaking trees try teaching me my roots
Verdant water beads hear the whale heart
Beating through this pebble shore
To the planets beginning before blue
Before seed and green before green
Rolling awake I make chalk marks on the road
Far from the sea driftwood body gathering words
I compile my ink note corridors
Charcoal ants and crows whirl
Through the scrawling air
Heart swells light passing through my bones
Stretching mountain shadows away from the cellular fire
Garden snake leaves the white page of my head
She is the minister before the court of clouds
Behind her mask of mud and straw
She reads from the parchment of truth
A torn moth wing a testimony of hatching
An elders Consciousness through the pupils light
A story pulled from the sky to rest on.
Rattling leaves and the stir of ash makes the world
A clear fountain of pure land empty of thoughts
Flowers grow through a mirror of winter mind
Paint brushes the moon over roses beneath snow
Over the troubled bears dream into the hives nectar
I grip the small energetic heart of snake
In the owl hole of shivering silver branches
Wings spread through my hands
In the unseen stream I conjure worlds into form
Healing grey hues of shadows worn.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Monday, February 04, 2013
BRIEF SHADOW SONG
BRIEF SHADOW SONG
In this smoking dream
Unplug yourself from the ghost of life
All the entries that describe you
As the last person down the hall
No one understands
A stranger that travels beneath
The leather sun
All meaning extracted
From the corralled herd
You have become sea glass
Worn polished
But no longer clear
Search for triggers that blaze the soul
The tears runway that almost blind you
Bind you in love
Keep searching for the lucid way
The song words of giants inside you
Grow antlers to collect stars
Keep sharpening the horizon
Scrape the sky for new stories
Try reading the slow curve of the day
The brief shadow songs
The ancestors drum for you
Paint or carve you in their art
In cave walls standing next to you
With medicine they open you up
Driftwood guitars
Releasing your see lanes
Oceanic skirmishes with the self
Storm seeking beauty
Breathe beneath the sea
In the calm wilds of third eye silence
Swirling wolf hairs in the eddies
Scribing the earth for you
In river to sea words
Now read the parts of you
You thought were gone
The ones that fell out of this world
And reunite in this other you become
Something you cannot teach touch express
Its how the bear’s dream in hibernation
Passes through the earth
In ritual energy
Scales of bone
Sound of planet
Until you disappear at the edge
Of a chanting memory
Presences pass through your sky mind
Giant shadow heads of trees
Winged beings land
At your cradle board
Their linear notes season your heart
“You’re called to see this so you will
Be what will help awaken earth’s people
Many will recognize you as one of their own
For others you’re a poem that drifts out of reach
Unable to fix linear meaning to the honey hive
Of your pollinated worlds”
PROCLAMATION OF EXCAVATION
Proclamation of
Excavation
By the long moon of the crows
My hands feathers help give the wind a ride
Emptying my many selves
Into one shining flock
Place where we all begin
Late in life - able to see the vastness
This cloud truth of our nature
Dissolving into itself
I put the wafer of the moon
Under my tongue – diamond stillness
I have died here many times before
In this space of power
After the old shape gives way
My white hair fall’s a dream death
Leaving the body sheath behind
I spiral into the ancient gathering
Piercing bone whistle
Through the fevered night
Drums held up for the wind
To play the life song
Of my inner village
Skeletal change humming
Past the invisible cage
See the cocooned mind
Built things up over the years
Now falls away
In tender resolution
For the higher self
What ever we learn comes after
The contradictions of hungry brain
Tethered bird – in a skull of sighs
Reborn between blades
Of whirling thought
Purple wings pass through me
Vacuuming the dust
From my eyelids
Stretching my presence
In fragrant visions
Traffic of stars inside
Glittering pieces of the world
In tender exaltation
This book of wind reads
All worlds inside me
Close to everything now - even this drifting poem
Along the colors of my body
A proclamation of my excavation
Taking the suns glint
In wordless knowing
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