Tengrism/Taurus/Time

#1

Tengrism

and a hollowed out world

ready for the taking

will we fill it with something that worked before

or ascend higher into the echelons of madness?

Spin Spin Spin

the Sufi transmutes

the heavens into the earth

and like that

his idiosyncrasies evaporate

and it’s only him around him

and he becomes she and vice versa

the left becomes

the right

and song becomes

silence

When material is the only thing you possess

you covet every little scrap and piece of ground

To be here is not to delineate over and over

and hide in caves carved from identity

we so badly need a war of spirit

and a tsunami of the heart

to wash these pebbles away.

#2

your hands

more a symbol now

call me home

from the dark

from the inverted world

which I’ve lived with squint eyes

to a world with the same measure of sound and unsound

but where I am as tall as a Doug Fir.

#3

What is the slow drip of peace I hear

every time the Whippoorwills sing

into your ears, then mine

They are but a faint whisper of all that was

guiding us from before

It would be foolish to think they’ve abandoned us now

this Whippoorwill song flies above the hurricanes

earthquakes, fires

bringing us more home than we’ve ever been before

They are the last thing we hear before

boards crack and break

under the weight of our confusion

before our ancestors ride a tsunami

crashing into the coastline of our awareness

They remain

and come from a

minutiae so strange

and grow

more pores to crack through to our world

so we can see what’s coming

It’s beautiful and terrifying

beautiful and terrifying

when you know how many steps we’ll

have to take to find our way again

All the while Whippoorwills sing in thickets

of Blackberries

calling us home one last time.

#4

My lost time has suddenly

reappeared

as my body moves closer to yours

I forsake my past

all that matters is

what I want now

new companions appear

when your body feels safe

to relinquish it’s grip

on the day

We know that we know

and suddenly our words don’t float from our mouths

we breathe and live them

a fiery votive to God

and we don’t even remember

all that we’ve lost

finally it feels so good to be here

inside this naked ecstatic remembering

of life while we live it

wholeness, grace, or forgiveness are lost concepts

being with those we love is a siren’s song

for others to move

towards us with instinctive lust for life.