Spring SourceSpring Source
Think of the water gushing out at the source
In a gentle arc, smooth
And perfectly still in its motion.
Feel it. Feel.
Hear the water purr as it pours
Into your empty glass bottle.
See the light shimmer through that green glass
Look at the sunlight on the water.
Feel the sun enter your glassy wet eyes.
We are light, we are water.
The Year of DarknessThe Year of Darkness
I am plunging into the year of darkness,
The year of smoky burnt sage
Of beeswax candles burning softly
Into the long, cold winter night.
Each tender flame flickers
So vulnerably in the autumn breeze
That I wait for darkness to overtake
O! Equinox! Equal you are not,
As the dark overtakes the light.
Brief summer, you flicker terribly sweet and bright
Like a scrap of parchment set aflame.
But winter do I love,
Winter, solitary and dark,
Where life whispers so subtle and discrete,
That the muted groaning of a tree
In the stiff, cold and dry wind
Is the loudest of life's laments.
I wish to plunge into the salty icy waters,
(In winter even the sea becomes reticent)
And feel my body go numb as the dead.
In winter, we know no escape from the cold.
The icy air slips under the door
Like a message left by a friend,
A letter telling of somber secrets
With words better left unsaid.
When you hold winter's envelope,
You feel a black cold breeze surround yo
Raw AlivenessRaw Aliveness
I clutch the slick throbbing raw aliveness,
In raw war, raw war, raw war, war.
Toad left on my hand a film of poison.
Spring away, toad! Toad, so bitter, cold toad.
Sip bitter medicine, my throat constricts.
Toad's throat explodes, contracts, puffs, implodes, croak!
Toad croaks, toad croaks.
Heartbeat carries me to the next moment.
My heartbeats, heartbeat, heartbeat, heart, beat, beat!
I should have died long ago. I feel. Thud!
I feel, I feel.
Falling, crashing through wild raspberry vines,
I chomp the vines, suck out their green marrow.
But the vines' spikes bite back, and snag my skin.
They dig deep in my warm throbbing raw flesh.
Berries melt gently in my mouth. Melt smooth.
Seeds refuse to surrender to my teeth.
They hold precious life in strong, thick armor.
Red dawn drifts up smoothly over the edge,
Red, like so many scrapes and raspberries.
I hear the morning birds sing I Survive!