Thursday, May 27, 2021

Timeless

 We are  timeless

you and I


from the edge of the universe

to our mitochondrial DNA

everything separate

and yet every point connected to the other


Your inhalation

is my outbreath

our ecstatic sigh


everything

and nothing

and everything in between


When we’re apart

a piece of me is with you


When we’re together

no words need to be said


and yet I have a desire 

      to ask you questions 

           just to hear your voice

               to make you laugh

        just to have you with me


everywhere 

and nowhere

and every point between


until there is no space between us

even when you’re far away


We are  timeless

you and I


Rain of the Ancestors

Rain of the Ancestors

flows in my veins

connecting me to the stars below

and the oceans above


Intertwined

and intermixed


Blood of the Descendants

flows through the seas

connecting them to the Ancestors before 

and to Kin who come after


Held

and holding


Exchanging who we are

for who we were

for who we will be


Learning from the past

Sending lessons to the future


Standing here

Now


Allowing myself to be a nexus

       a gathering point 

                           a conduit


Transforming

from then

through now

to future points beyond my sight


Reservoir

and Release 


Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Overheard at the Overlook

Overheard at the Overlook
5/18/21


Looks like a good place to sit...

So far so good!

There were so many people dying in avalanches this year...

This looks like a good place to stop.

Nature hates a straight line...

...and water always goes down hill, I’ve noticed.

See that flat topped mountain over there? That’s a mesa.

These little birds have to almost hit me in the head before I see them.

We need a stick.

Perfect ...I mean...

We need a bird call.

(caw, caw-caw-caw)

Thank god there’s a sign and a signal.

There isn’t anything I can’t do without...

...I saw a pair of earrings that I liked

(wind rushing through the leaves)

(airplane flying overhead)

Two, two hearts...Me and your brother

Big ditch.

(cars driving on the roadway)

You seldom remember...

Can you take a picture?

I’m going to stand up.

(something in another language)

(chirp-chirp, chirrip, chirrup-chirp)

I just realized as we got out of the car, I realized, it feels like we couldn’t have done all of that in two years.

It’s really annoying to not have the four of you who are travelling, together.

Have a good trip!

It would be nice if it was snowing.

I’m going to start talking to you in Filipino.

(hummingbird hums by)

Woww…

That’s a deep hole.

Don’t spit!

Ooo...I see a cave!

Come over here by your sister.

Amazingly I have really good signal here.

You all want a picture with the kids?

1, 2, 3…

There you are, act like you’re a part of the family.

Did you switch your airpods with mine?

You’re going to want to drop those masks for the picture...

Where are you all from?

Thank you.

Cool...I’ll bet they like that...

Excuse me...do you own an orange ford escape?    Yes…?

Is this your key?      Oh, my gosh!


Connected

From distant shores, to our front doors, We are connected. From the blood in my veins, to the great savannah plains, We are connected. From galaxies swirling through space, to the cells that help us taste, We are connected. From the beating of our hearts, to the fusion process igniting stars, We are connected. From the waters of the deep, to the babies as they sleep, We are connected. From the tiny ant held in your hand, to the beaches with all the sand, We are connected. Each strand of our existence is connected to others.

Through time and space, and even beyond, those strands keep us connected. Knowing who we are and what our connections hold, helps us build new connections and expanding pathways. Be kind with your words. Be gentle in your steps. Be soft with your gaze. We are connected.


Monday, April 26, 2021

Healing the Ancestors, Blessing the Descendants

Trauma of the Ancestors 

7 generations back,

my DNA was shaped,

turning on this marker,

switching off that one.

 

7 generations ago,

choices were made,

that subtly finessed, 

my anxieties.


7 generations previous,

options were weighed,

and paths followed,

leading to the complexity of me.


7 generations forward,

I place my experiences,

into the science project,

that will birth a new breed of human.


7 generations hence,

the paths I walk,

affect the flutter of happy,

that blossoms into full-fledged joy.


7 generations following,

I pass along what I know,

my strengths, my flaws, 

my hopes, and dreams reach culmination.


I envision,

the healing of the trauma of the ancestors

to flow through me and

ignite in the DNA of my descendants.


Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Death of Gaia

Dipped in the ink

of dreams half-forgotten,


Scribbled across a midnight sky


Angels dancing on the backs of dragons


as pitch black rain fills my eyes...


Giant swaths of my skin are ripped from my bones

as if removing the outer layer

will enable access to the understanding of my soul.


The cries of the smallest creatures,


the hairstreak butterfly

      the rusty patched bumble bee

            the eight-spot butterfly

                  the Kona giant looper moth

and countless others,


fill my ears with the crescendo of their silence.


Dark clouds--

not the life-bringing, heavy with rain, dark clouds--

but the ones that 

             vomit 

into the sky, 

cloyingly grasping

for every breath of fresh air.


The silence grows as the domino effect, 

               heralded by the silencing of the pollinators,

begins to cascade,

         quicker,

                    and quicker,

                                 and  quicker still.


I buck my earthen hips

straining to break free

belching forth fiery rivers of lava

raining lightning from the core of my being


weeping


as the slide to complete annihilation

 continues

         its

           extinctual 

                      path.


Self-preservation is paramount.


I fold in on myself,

preserving the essence of my core,

and begin to release the pieces that no longer serve me.

Sloughing off the detritus

Exfoliating the dead cells.


I will survive. 


I will let go of what continually destroys me. 

  I shed what I don’t need,

         don’t want,

              refuse to carry forward.


I continue my circling journey to hibernating self-preservation

letting centrifugal motion carry away the excess.


I hold what is essential to me

knowing that I can return

when death has removed the blemishes.


I will stretch into the new beginning,

allowing my being to expand, once again,

through dream-remembered skies.


    







Sunday, April 4, 2021

Connection Magic

Magic:
flies on the edge of the storm,

flits on the tips of hummingbird wings,

flows in the veins of all beings.

It is the way the air smells just before the first rain of monsooons.
It is the way the sun feels after swimming in clear, cold water.
It is the way a tomato tastes, when it is sun-ripened and freshly picked.

Magic:
slides along ravines and canyons,

skims along the snowy peaks,

slips through the core of all that is.

It is the sound of a baby's first laugh.
It is catching a glimpse of the season's first rainbow.
It is the culmination of all the senses.

Magic:
connects to the beginning of time,

anchors at the edge of the universe,

interweaves everything.

Remember your connection to magic.
Remember your connection to all that is.
Remember your connection to now.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

darkness

embraced by inner darkness
I warm myself by the last ember
of light

                          fear circles my soul
like starving wild animals
                 as my soul cries out for solace
                                                 craving peace
                                                     desiring love
                                                       hoping for connection

                                          love

                            hope


how does "afraid of the dark"
                 work
when the darkness has settled
          in ones
                        heart

how does darkness
change
who I am
who I was
who I will be
...who I am

how does darkness
change
once I embrace it
after I integrate it into my being

when I stop hiding from it

how do I

change

who was

where
am

how do I
change

where I was

when
I

am

here

shadows wisp around my feet
grasping at the edges of my psyche
tickling the hems of my mind

                     looking for fuel

to burst into a raging fire
                               filling my mind with terrifying
                    anxious
                    mind-buzzing


    trepidation


The wards
              set centuries ago
tremble
       and waver
    and crumble

they were placed
in fear
and cannot

truly

hold back the onslaught

      of

what is right
what is sacred
what is holy
...what is right

      Releasing that which no longer serves
Setting free what doesn't work
           Relinquishing my death grip on what isn't providing
                              isn't useful
                                          doesn't sustain
Allowing it to flow
          to where it would go
             to connect to its purpose

So I can call in mine









Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Land of Ancestors

Mirages snake across the road
like watery serpents on an asphalt sky

Ancestor spirits
dance in the corner of my eye

Time catches my heels
and pulls me backwards
causing my heartbeat to slow
         to a
                    single
              beat
caught in the loop of
              here
      but not quite
               there
     but almost not

Magma squeezes out
to the lava flow
as blackened rain cinders from the sky

Raven warbles laughter from an all but hidden perch
     as Hawk shrieks to a morning-rising moon
                 Vulture drafts up thermal slides
           Horned Toad reports the status of the weather
and Pronghorn's progress bounds across the landscape

Sun sets in a molten sky
Moon expands her hold across the softening scenery
Sky initiates a celebration with star-laden darkness

Grief

The Earth mourns

Grieving for the loss of what is holy
mourning for the squandering of what is hallowed
agonizing over the disappearance of the sacred

Lamentations blow across the barren landscapes
as the dirt cries out for sustenance
from the dying sky

Eyes dry with unshed tears...
"Every drop is sacred, don't let one drop be lost into the wailing wasteland."

Heartbreak slips through the cracks of the pavement
and rises into the blistering air

The inhabitants who are aware of the anguish
ache to assuage the pain
to end the torment
to heal the gashes that continue to rip asunder

Their keening sobs
pierce to the ends of the Universe
 crying out for justice
    for mitigation
         for reparation

And from the desolation
                rises a new breed
                       lean, strong, resolute
                                     children of the desolation

                carrying in their DNA
                     the seeds of change
    
                                    of regrowth
                                         
the downfall of the defilers

They entwine their hands in the ashes of the misery
They pour their blood
  their sweat     
their tears               

the very essence of their being           
into the wounds crying out for mending       

They reach deep into the soul                  
the core                                      
the unplumbed depths 
of Gaia

And pull forth...

Themselves

Fashioned into a new excalibur

steel Fleshed in the skin of the goddess

warriors Intertwined with nature

Symbiotic beings that reach to the sky

rooted to the core of the planet

across Time
Through space

using the ashes to mark a time of remembrance

as a memorial of contamination 


to never return to