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.