They refused

to bury us

in the knotted masks of tall grasses

before setting fire to the cairn of chaff

our children

lie dormant

as seeds of light

as we were

are gone forever

now

defying gravity

I am here to witness

love breathing

through my own flesh

painting: J.H. White 2007

I want to thank my fellow traveler, Geo Sans. Even though it is a solitary journey, no one goes alone.

Ouroboros

I don’t fear melting into this earth.

Each morning

I wake into the air

I do not rise I do not move

I do not open my eyes

until my nose has sensed persuasion

my tongue has tasted sweetness

and my ears have heard the world

I was a child with dreams of becoming

Now I am older with dreams of being

Transformed

Nothing and everything is changing.

I am like a snake shedding its skin

and

biting its tail

erasing the lines

of time