Only dancing ribs
sing
wild
enough to
rise on wings
WHERE SWEAT AND SEX PROTECT
the wild flower at the ocean's edge.
For
IN THE CIRCLE OF LOVE’S EMBRACE
Dame Flora has her King.
When we dive into earth
it’s an ocean of stars –
galaxies and novae alike brace us up
as we slip down
in otherwise icy dark.
Far from Poppy’s light-so-shortly-bright
we go.
We love Her palette’s kindly touch
but have a date
with Father’s stuff.
It’s nothing strange
what we call strange
or weird,
that is,
indeed,
Divine
but only
we have made a stranger
or ourselves a stranger
of the all-ness
is our
family
this Divine.
In time all things together
are
and
are
and
and
and
and
The tree leans into the light
every move of its dancing limbs
a compromise
of its own idea
and the ideas of everything
around it;
inside,
too, it reshapes its
scheme
to be at one
with others who
would inhabit
its
wonderful form –
think no longer
of a tree,
but see a forest
in this single
twisting trunk,
a life transparent to passing
time and all it brings,
this tree is endless, open as the
wind,
a cacophony
& symphony
in equal
force
of living things,
intentions,
dreams
no single being
no being single
so sings!
We must admit,
more than we would imagine
more than we could imagine
more than we would wish
more than fear allows
an open-hearted life
a place of gifts that takes
us
infinitely out so
far
(for love
is far
personified)
or
rather,
far
in the twinkling of an eye,
which smiles so beget.
A living tree is a
great man’s mind
where all smart critters gather
and the light
weaves up and down
and the heart
finds form.
When I grew up
a sprout amid a
welter of ragged emotions
where tears
heart-breaking sorrows
and bitter
fears
were realities,
only the moon’s
mad light really
knew the way
to my soul;
even today,
only dusty
sunlit highways
really know my dance.
I am one with the Ash
and revere
the incalculable
wonder
of what it speaks
to the air.
I stand at the edge of sky.
I mark a road.
I grow.
endlessness of a wave
swelling in us
always
just bursting-out
priapic, tumescent, reflective, alert
and off we go, swelling again
my leaves reach once more in the sun
the canopy inhales
and I am become
Blue-light and breeze-batter shimmer
all down my trunk
as I arise
my sap stirring
&
I love skies!
Arise young saplings, arise!
Have
Open
Wonder
And
Rushing
Desire
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