Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Be

Lotus blooms
Alchemy of elements
Dirt, rain, wind, sun

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Yoga Tango Enter



The fury is tremendous
way beyond personal
crossroads channel
macro to micro tango
renunciation process
transpersonalization
giving the narrative
to infinite gestation
truly let go to empty
foxtrot tango echo
twisted story-lines
acquired with dna
transcend within
sending dreams
etheric media
process.
renounce.

The walls you constructed
served and now fall to a new
Life, bourn of lightness unbound.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Nexus/Cross

This crossroad
Heart-Flame
Bur Expand
Eco systemic
Vision spell

Thursday, September 7, 2017

Garter Stripe Speed Racer


She's gone more in for a pop flair.
A slight mensware vibe, but still bohemian.
Potlatch buffet world rhizome incant.
Enchanted to meet across canyons
Manmade impediments don't hold in
Treks for wearing rainbow specs
Souls gone dark need cleansed of smoke
Re-enchantment is integration bridge
of chromic dimension multi-layered
and full of drama, movement, sex-appeal.
Fun and passion is all the rage, but in a
Different more tribal vibe. What we
Forgot to our detriment is the new wave
It's a story my people tell with a coiled
Skein of memory twisted in our cells
The serpent ascends from muddy waters
Feel. Acutely. I meet myself on a bridge
Gods of continents emerge recon.
Renouncing smoke and deluge for
a top down approach, sedimentary
layers reveal a connected heritage
outlasting aeons, emerging from
A cloud of smoke, Exotic Glamour
Bespeaking days of renunciation,
Redemption from the conflagrations
of a lifetime burning from the spark
of strange beginnings. For there are no
Wrong ways to make a journey if
Arrival is the result. What has been
Held back is sometimes the big
Big News. We are bigger than the
Puppet show. The Look these days is
Cosmic. This girl rocks a stellar
walk. She exudes neon and moonbeam
No more smoke in secret rage
She wears it as an accessory
Glamour requiring an air of mystery
But balanced with the softer elements
Boning is sometimes essential to the
Movement in the miraculous direction.



Shock Rain



There is a serpent in the desert
Making its way to the world of rain
Because she's dry-- showers bringing
Craving enchantment of a counterpart
Rainbow shades donned in rain
Spirit shows chaos, fire creatures
Warring along that border of totality
NorthWest with innundations
SouthEast with fire and wind
Earth moves in the middle
Chorus of older memory ignite
In this conflagration, re-serene the
Waters from the many and Rain
Reintigrate our older minds chorus
Chaac serpent language as a rainbow
Garter gunnysack to water writhe
(a memory offering to the stream)
Ritual ablution of smoke--Venus
In Her Arms, Serpentine Surprise
Her Garter Striped Speed Racer
Seeds sown, even long dormant
Were found in the pyramids and grew
Dandelion and mycelium and rhizome
and good vibrations and she danced
clean and escaped Texas and can't
go back. And what can of wormholes
got opened and why does it seem so
slippery? We surf. Excursing the
Photographic debris in strata.
Unpacking the inheritances of
Generations. Don mask of mud
and anoint with sacred oils to
rebalance the elements within.
I believe in miracles because they
are the thing we are. Transcendence.
Totality crossing. Damn fine coffee.
Frogs emerge from mud in the rain.
Harbingers. Emerge an amalgamation.
More than the sum of traumas.
Dogs agree, apparently. Call from
Odessa confirms. Phone home.
Confirms. Put down the baggage.
Omens stream. Durango Texas on
stream from Seattle. Thrice, now,
acknowledged. Spirits mass, awaiting
some expected event. It's reverential.
The tension of anticipation, but of what?
Someday, they say, a real rain. This
is the real rain but her most spectacular
blooms emerge from mud. Dormant seed,
forgotten flowers, return.

Monday, September 4, 2017

All The Way to Phoenix



The Message
Get Through
Round Up
Okay. Corral.
Totality Without.
Totality Within.
We Exist to Be.
Exactly This.
Exactly Now.
You see it.

Let Go. Empty.
Red Balloon.

Red Balloon.
From the Peaks
Run the Waters
Twinned. Many
Waters. Walla.
Upside/Down.
Stampede.


Friday, September 1, 2017

Phantom Moon

I saw a phantom moon.
Daytime. Wrong.
Place, time, size,
right phase.