Cloud Spirals

I have stepped back
to admire the cliff with a steady stance
instead of teetering recklessly
upon it's edge
fantasizing the fall.

A Life of Tiny Miracles

As I tried to ride my way to salvation

on the hips of man

I never would have dreamed

that it would come in the form

of you two.

I swayed my hips in the natural dance

of our ancestral mothers,

I felt the infinite soul-web

ebb and flow

with every mindful breath,

I heard the human animal moan

escape my lips

as I laboured through the tension

of deliverance contractions

and I encountered the sacred 

in the newborn eyes.

My little marvels,

my beautiful mayhem.

Bringing constant adventure,

lessons on rolling with the punches

and laughing through chaos.

Challenge,

and triumph.

Smooth gliding,

and rocky rolls.

Temporary foes,

and permanent allies.

Torment, tears,

and true love.

Evolving my existence

into vibrant health,

wiser beauty,

greater strength,

softer touch,

gentler speech,

and blossoming compassion.

Teaching patience and acceptance,

how to slow down to feel the sun,

speed up to chase the wind,

and explore each day

brimming

with tiny miracles.

Dancing Petals

It's all coming back together
stars aligning
a cereus bloom in the night
of the mind desert.

Collecting the bones,
arranging the skeleton,
and daydream meditating
the song
that will bring it all back
into perfect composition.

Analyzing all the mundane
yet powerfully appropriate occurrences
the perfectly timed messages
unspoken in silence from La Que Sabe
guiding, preparing,
revealing the often overlooked pieces of the puzzle
the textures of the stories
the tendons, ligaments
and soft tissues

trust
let go
and most importantly,
focus.

The dusk is falling
stretch the sleep from stiff wings
trust the atmosphere
and drop into flight

towards
the beauty and bliss
of the soul's
moonlit pollination.

Feral

The time has come for gathering bones.

Bare hands knuckle deep
in dirt and dust
sifting
searching
fingertip feeling
blind eye seeing

disturbing all that has settled.

She has been long lost,
but I have found her trace.
Soon I will be singing over bones
and near-death ashes

to resurrect.

In this glorious reawakening,
bullsmoke nostrils will flare and billow furiously
carnivorous eyes will gleam in bloodthirsty madness
the ancient thunder will find it's voice and howl
moaning the pitch black birth of a new moon.

The song will steady into chant,
breathing movement into restless bones
and the corpse will steal flesh
to grow herself anew.

Hushed silence
and she is risen,
stretching
smiling

then sprinting wildly
and disappearing
swallowed by the darkness
that peels back
and bursts forth
into a million shrieking bats

to reveal
the surreal
midnight sun.