Today
We have been given
Grace
We are the gifted

The sun dipped behind this hill
And the wheels kept turning
I made my way
And I called it home

When my breathing 
Interrupted a burning
From bullet holes
Let loose from a gun
In the hands of a boy
Where toys used to be
But this is a game
Where no one is playing

The silence transformed 
Into prayer
I fell
For the fallen
Into sound

The imaginings of a 
Rage turned visceral
Of a chamber now empty
Of fate realized
Timing is everything
And no thing
All the same

When the bullet struck
Two lives lay in peril
One bleeding 
Pleading with death
To come another day
The other with the 
Itchy trigger finger
Now haunted by the 
Birth of terminal disease
Never shall peace return
To the real place
Where truth is transmitted as
Heartbeat
A silence too big
Not be heard

Sirens lit the way
I called it home
Today
We have been given 
Grace
We are the gifted

(Fo)rest and
(Revel)ation
Walking
Not hanging
Amongst the trees
For breathing and
Being free
All we need
In through the nose
Out through the mouth
Calling deep wisdom
To me
Satisfied in the mystery
My feet carry me into the
(Fo)rest for
(Revel)ation

11/03/18

Native Park
With the Other People
Smoking and drinking
Watching the sky move
Together
In solitude
Chasing the alone away
Judgment relinquished
When we remember
​Birds of a feather...

Who is the ghost?
Who are the living?
Why do we take the density
so seriously?
If things aren't real
But real is only a thing
What is illuminated?
A reel?
A moving picture show
Of unreal things?
I think on my ghost
And ask why do you live for me?
What is there inside the dying of me?
Is it everything 
Unreal
Unseen
Behind being
A no-thing-ness
A form-less-ness
Never born
​Never dying
Never being?
Like the space
between my unparted lips 
Open
And vibrate me 
Into ex-is-tense
Where time is laid upon
My no-thing-ness
Respire
Heat me with each breath
Ignite me
Into being
Spiraling into the fire
Out of a native dark-ness
Re-member me
In reality
In this fantastic phantasm
Of being

ki           the language
kuro      of breaking
kalium   down to the ashes
alkali      undoing the flesh
kali         to become again
ka           through desire

All the space in between
the red orange yellow green blue black purple of we
inside the binary we be
housing one light 
between the 0 and 1 of we
the everything and nothing 
takes form
how do our colors come together
an ecstatic orgasm
manifest as we
these bodies
these Bhodi-
Sattvas of the Earth  
space ships
held in resonance
vibrating into existence
charting the distance 
between points of light
darkness becomes
the blood of space
like crude oil to Earth
Raw and unrefined
the fuel of being
unseen
where we become
colored in time
like dye cast upon the ether
revealing the dance of we
the speed and frequency
of how we change
into one another
of how we bleed
from color to color
infra red 
heat light bodies
ignited in Love
we are here
in the bearing sea
below the surface
in the suffering place
to reunite
to traverse
the space between
to explore the spectrum
and plant our feet 
in the shifting
find us
​coming together
in and out of being

​Heed the warning of her rumbling
and the symphony of their feet
seeking refuge with each step  
Where there is fire
there is kindling
Where there are veils
there are lies
pull the thread of consent
out of the garment of hate
witness the unraveling
and release it
into the flames 
die and be reborn
in the ashes
come together
like cinder block
build this house
and pave the streets
with compassion

10/10/18

Cover me in waves of colorful grace
Woven together for strength
Laid gently like liquid
Upon the subtle me
Enveloped and protected
From crest to trough
In the rise and fall
Of tidal frequencies
Please cover me
In waves of colorful grace
As this energy
Ripples through me

Open
Towards the light
Of the Moon
Swim
In a borderless knowing
Emotions in motion
Making space for life
Making space for Love
Dilate and distill 
Catch the spill of wisdom
Dripping from the womb
Until your cup is full
Then pour ​it on her Earth
In libation
For all that has been 
Sacrificed 
Open
Towards the light 
Of the moon
Revel in her shimmering
A bare witness 
Bearing witness 
To the back and forth
Of  her tides 
Bones shifting
Like tectonic medicine 
Under the command
Of the unseen
New beings
Arise 
From this space 
Of her openness
Leaning towards
The light of the Moon