in love with my wild wild self
the embrace of the earth shoots up my legs
tendrils growing through the mass of my feet
i hug myself and worlds contract within this warmth.
my own heart leaps in the face of extreme human suffering
the girl strung out in relationship with meth
the man with codine and self hatred
loud with the voices of wanting, of desperation
calling out for something to ease the pain of inner turmoil
to make everything alright. just alright. like in the hug of mama’s embrace.
my own heart leaps God’s love toward them on the path of life
until we all know that we are good enough
children of God’s own creation, sprung out of the earth
like the feet and mouths of the earth eating itself
the time is now, brother sister,
the veils all drop down. we know ourselves as spirit-earth-walkers
embedded in the mass of time, materialized like the oak leaf
in the sands of time, walking, what is the cause of our being here
one friend leaves his body,
“do not call it a suicide,” he writes in his last note
“instead, know that I have continued on my journey into the
realm of spirit; man-walking without a body.”
and, “perhaps now i will be your guardian angel.”
what is the cause of his self-killing? the recent scorpio new moon
paired with the eclipses? we are living in extreme times
yet, perhaps we are just seeing through the veil
Time becomes constant; i mean: there is no time
the only time we have is no time and the veil of the ancient temple is rent
there are no priests and priestesses besides ourselves.
and, i mean,
I am you and you are me, are we ……… and God is among us
there is no future salvation or damnation or eternal elation
it is all here in your smile, and mine. in your hug. in this embrace.
and in the dance of hearts with babies being born and friends leaving the body
i see with clear eyes the dance of human life
how short of time there is here
beneath this blue blue sky
upon this good green earth.