Quiet Roar…

45‘You and me and Life about and as we shout ‘Love’ skyward—nothing will stop our Dance—You and I— Together! We know nothing alone exists without Love’s Power—Hour—Tower—Flower and Life… Life ignited—delighted—lighted—excited…We touch—hand-to-heart-to-spirit and let Eternal Dance begin…’

Walked – Now mind walk – Follow? Following smoke wisps or the sounds of sing-song-choir along the line where sea meets sea and sky appears above a forgotten shimmer of water stretching beyond eye watch and body wait. Walk upon the salty waves of that dead-sea between melody’s songs and disappear into mists and sea sounds and another dawn. Those little matters? Matter-less—Cease then gone—again.

Come now and dance into the Spider’s Web. Enter web-side. Hold the nothingness of thought without form until substance becomes madness? Beyond the bridge are those freedoms— Align birth and moments before and moments after the being present—lighting sky-flashes and thunder claps and gelatin combines with knowing vapor to travel heavens in timeless mist and harmony…Even as a vapor We—Exist…We are not distraction by what we are not—for we are not—not by displacement or alteration because we always exist in timeless harmony and within those trails of stardust spewing quickly from alternative engines and speed and power…Life motions—Life moves—Life modifies—And! Spirits Dance…

Still here—beneath these heavens—our sea swirl-twirls and we hear the whale sing-song our mother into her necessary sleep. The whale sing-songs the heating of our blood-self until warming is not a non-fear. She rises from emerald seas and from black sands where tide pulls against current and the alignment of moon-light is perfect and is orderly in its dispersal upon the dustless night.

Mother is the Dancing One—the Witch of life—Creation…And! Goddesses create Heavens and Earths and Moons and Suns and pass Spirits to fleshes and from fleshes back again to Spirits form and substances free… Correct notes—piper of silver flute and held against heart ‘beeps’ of a roaring sea—pass others into light and set others across star streams beyond sun—beyond sea and beyond sky…

‘These are summer’s small ones. Little boys—a lake—a sun—a length of blond hair—red hair— freckles and frogs. Brothers—little and younger—play in tiny waves-too small-to thunder toward sandy shore and pine trees.

And wind wanders through those pines growing in rows above—rocky places where shadow of— fern and grasses cling and mingle with swimming life—aquatic things—rainbow-colored trout and fish brothers—hoping to catch…These rafting days—orange and yellow circles filled with air and noise across a quiet bay.

These are singing days! Shouts and shrieks and whistles—across the harbor call—where wood-hulled ships rest—bell claps—rocking waves and setting sails. Snake twins—those boys—brothers of blood and the eternal bonds of water and of mud.

Water children held above the line—knowledge buoyant—unafraid and free—defeating for the playtime—gravity and restrictions of a drier Earth.

Sunshine—West-turns and slips beneath the sky. Nymphs forgotten—paradise found—Summer’s little ones.

Little beneath the scheme of earth and large beneath the stars. So bright! Those stars! Filling lake—sparkles silence—gems dancing and laughing diamonds…

Tiny—brothers sleep fast and safe within their dreams. And! Father listens—to brief and passing sounds of laughter.’

Do not allow Government to destroy—people’s achievements—their history—their language—their future dreams—happens and people become wind of ashes and gone—They never exist. Genocide destroys Flesh—and so much more than Bone—Genocide destroys Blood Rivers of Life…

And! Beautiful you are…

“Like the empires of the world unite
We are alive
And the stars make love to the universe”…From ‘Empire’ by Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll