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Every single living thing
Alchemy
Complexity
As a child
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I remember
arms and legs
working
everything into my mouth
pebbles dirt bees
I sang the earth
running rubber knees
kicking the sky swing
standing where the rain just……..stopped
laden fruit trees
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I was used to shining light in the dark
glasses in the sun
hiding blindness
running ahead
while looking back
I trip upon the truth
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now that I am on
the outside of the mountain
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I’m trusting
that
love knows
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Ground wire
I’ve begun to question
my needing you
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the way
just the need
fills me
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If I give this strong current
room
to move me
in ways
unexpected
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unhindered
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through the wet ground of my being
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am I becoming
a flower
in the jungle
of wild light?
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Ouroboros
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I don’t fear melting into this earth.
Each morning
I wake into the air
I do not rise I do not move
I do not open my eyes
until my nose has sensed persuasion
my tongue has tasted sweetness
and my ears have heard the world
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I was a child with dreams of becoming
Now I am older with dreams of being
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Transformed
Nothing and everything is changing.
I am like a snake shedding its skin
and
biting its tail
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erasing the lines
of time
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the Mask
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Still pressing up against the hardest surfaces
the ones made smooth and polished from stroking
the oldest deceits stand effortlessly smirking
no longer disguised in trick wrapping
nor granting the encumbered insurance of knowing
power cradles itself suckling from the lives of the many who trustingly feed it
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Why is it our children are taught only humans may realize potential?
Was this the start of the game?
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By bedding these apocryphal gods
we’ve found more synthesis than birthing
as we rotate each new upstart
this long line of rulers, healers and salesmen
organizing the most popular projections
when even they are fooled into being
just the face of the mask
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worn by indifference
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I wrote this poem about twelve years ago…overwhelmed, angry, frustrated. If anything, the situation has become worse but I am encouraged now by small, intrinsic, heartfelt actions that turn this tide. I am a human being who loves and is loved…this has to count for something
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Haloed moon
my animus came to me
bleeding
in a dream
a mountain goat
standing
he showed me
between his strong legs
thick hairs
a rag soaked in the moon
the smell of his strength
and compassion








