Let Liquid Pour…

“I thought then I should save one small warm true thing from the flood.”—Zbigniew Herbert, “Elegy for the Departure of Pen Ink and Lamp”

Our lives are fluid: liquid pour, consume, replace, replenish and then recalled. Surprise! How we shift our habits and ways, allowing for empty space of balance to be restored. Darkness seeps slowly into day and ends bright. Night fills lighted places and turn-on bulbs share grays and shades many while always simulating and always failing to cheer the sun. And! Rain does pour from sky onto roof through spirals both short or long gutters or just eaves from leaves’ soak or arcs golden tricks of night light inside as outside water splashes ground; collects sidewalk, flooded cracks into pools of wet and of mud carvings and pavement of soaks.

Still here beneath these heavens our sea swirls-twirls and we hear whales sing-song. Whales sing-songs the heating of blood-self until warming begins non-fear. She rises from emerald seas and from black sands where tide pulls current and the lines-of-moon-light are perfect and disappear into the dustless night. Now! Touch the Dancing One, the Witch of life and taste her creations. Goddesses do create Heavens-Earths and Moons-Suns while passing Spirits-to-flesh and back again. Spirits do form and substances are free.  Correct notes! Pipers of those—golden flutes held ‘gainst heart ‘beeps’ strong as fair, seafarers often pass others-into-light as others 

As Frantic! This talk ‘America’ speaks and ‘Failure’ reeks long lengths-of-rhythm ‘Lies’ as ‘Freedom’ dies or never was, does-as-trouble, duel-entertains prior to longer-nights and shortest-lights are still counting times, as errors made and ever-never correct when realization is always too late. Never! Allow the Government to destroy our achievements and our history and our language and our dreams. Happens! And we then become ‘winds-of-ash’ then gone. We! Then never exist. For Genocide does destroy flesh and more than bone. Genocide destroys Blood-Rivers-of-Life.

Run well with the wolves of Reach River Park. Face tastes those days of oiled rain and as a cougar’s heart survives, remember those ancient days and smiles. Watch a pageant of brute humans fill crowds; of those both, burning rights and torching wrongs, as fights frenzied and short combine with bursts-of-peace too long to notice as sun-scarred and dusted fill forests’ green and summers’ too as leaves fall and another season begins. Bargaining old with new, the contentions of earth-speak and necessary sadness are necessarily weighted and heavy burdens carried, too fierce and too varied and multiplied by conditions-of-humanities’—weights and survival’s moments and the need-for-greed.

And! Love whispers to our spirits and touches us beyond the flesh-of-resistance and through layers of life within walls too high-to-climb or under or around or about the shout of daily doubt and flight. Listen, just listen. And! Love reminds us of the equality-of-equals, woman and man and their spirits -all trapped and living sentient sentences of life inside the body.

“Together! We know nothing exists without Love’s Power Tower Flower and Life. Life ignited, united, delighted and excited. We touch hand-to-heart-to-spirit and our Eternal Dance begins.”

And! Beautiful you are…

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