After the fire

fire dreaming 2Fire dreaming . June 2013

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Imagining sparks from earth’s stones

I envisioned the extension

of light

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Coalescing with heat

I opened like a flower

once again

to the erogenous

seduction of words

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After the fire

the waiting

seeds

are poised

as I gaze into the unknown

placing my trust

in the river

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nothing and everything

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nothing and everything

arrives unexpected

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listen listen

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and I hear the rising of my own story

surfacing for protection

who am I then?

the sum of my parts

or who I am becoming?

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this aching is an intention

radiating in waves

the energy

a voluntary take over

I can feel it everywhere

my sex, my stomach, my bottom lip

inundated I feel I am sinking

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drenched in the running colors

I wade to shore

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the more I surrender

the more transparent I’m becoming

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 sentient

I hear

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the earth is weeping

 

As a child

swing

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I remember

arms and legs

working

everything into my mouth

pebbles dirt bees

I sang the earth

running rubber knees

kicking the sky swing

standing where the rain just……..stopped

laden fruit trees

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I was used to shining light in the dark

glasses in the sun

hiding blindness

running ahead

while looking back

I trip upon the truth

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now that I am on

the outside of the mountain

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I’m trusting

that

love knows

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Rites of passage

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The moon is a pale sliver

of the bloody morning sky

I feel the wistful spirits peering

from behind its silver skirt

               yearning for color         giving themselves names

whispering to be heard

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please touch me Jesus

I need to know the surrender

of a compassionate man

before my proud body animal

births this new flesh

Amen

“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

sunrise moon

“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

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Brain lights

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Heart upended

sight suspended

shattering 

light

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“”””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””

heart

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Migraine auras. They’d come in sequences of three days, lasting for about twenty minutes each time. Just the auras. Not the headaches. For the most part.

Crossing a bridge, the pungent smell of rosemary, walking away from the house…the  triggers were identifiable. 

It’s been a few years now since the perpetuating upheaval of estrangement. No more auras. They were a physicality of the moment.

The heart in the picture is new and looks like it comes from a teenage notebook. Most definitely.

I added the edges surrounding the heart, cut from an old sketch book where I’d drawn the auras.

Glued together

I look at this picture

as an old tattoo on my

perfectly elastic body 

absorbing the sun in the salt spray.

Aye

I’m a sailor

in the sea of love.

The deep

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holding my toughened skin

to bone

to muscle

like pictures cut from a magazine

pinned to the wall

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I’ve given up looking for saviors,

no messengers with bright news.

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I see only inside

this heart

cocooned

deep

in the warm darkness

listening to the words spun

from the silk of the stories

we’ve given wings.

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Footprint…

 

naked

impressed

open to skies

deep in the left heel

tender

I don’t need to follow you

I can see where you’ve been

in the waves

with their tongues of silver

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