Fire dreaming . June 2013
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Imagining sparks from earth’s stones
I envisioned the extension
of light
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Coalescing with heat
I opened like a flower
once again
to the erogenous
seduction of words
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After the fire
the waiting
seeds
are poised
as I gaze into the unknown
placing my trust
in the river
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nothing and everything
arrives unexpected
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listen listen
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and I hear the rising of my own story
surfacing for protection
who am I then?
the sum of my parts
or who I am becoming?
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this aching is an intention
radiating in waves
the energy
a voluntary take over
I can feel it everywhere
my sex, my stomach, my bottom lip
inundated I feel I am sinking
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drenched in the running colors
I wade to shore
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the more I surrender
the more transparent I’m becoming
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sentient
I hear
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the earth is weeping
exposing
vulnerability
drawing J.H.White
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In
the
depth
and
connection
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drawing J. H. White
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lines
tangles
layers
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not quite
almost
maybe
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no linear way to truth
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Drawing….J.H.White
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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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photo credits: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jp_42/4930340343/
to bury us
in the knotted masks of tall grasses
before setting fire to the cairn of chaff
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our children
lie dormant
as seeds of light
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we
as we were
are gone forever
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now
defying gravity
I am here to witness
love breathing
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through my own flesh
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painting: J.H. White 2007
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I want to thank my fellow traveler, Geo Sans. Even though it is a solitary journey, no one goes alone.
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The bees drone
“we are leaving … keep dancing into the deep
Make this last battle
one of love”
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Rufus Cappadocia/cello and Sheila Anozier/dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYWvaxU5OXk
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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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photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dibytes/5672334141/
like smog shadows rifling valleys
the mountain holds its breath
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Fragile like feverish water
the ocean aborts the moon’s children
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Fragile like bees loosing direction
and stamens playing their last hands
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Fragile like children born overwhelmed
by viruses perplexed
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Fragile still
like a flower abandoned by the garden
in blooming makes no mistakes
intelligence in its unfolding
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The Poetics of Light 