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When Your Voices Stop

When your voices stop
does the music stop, too?
When your voices stop
can you hear stars sing
inside,
do you resonate star song,
too?

When our WinLose investments stop
does our WinWin comic co-opera begin,
too?

When our WinWin cooperative investments flow
do our climatic transition outcomes
ease on down a more globally polycultural Golden Rulish kinda’
Road?

When you step outside at night
plant yourself on Earth
look up at sparkling shared starlight,
can you hear star songs echoing inside,
as outside?

When you step outside at night
and the voices stop
can you hear their resonating understory,
variations on time’s revolving scales,
can you hear more clearly
what has become you all along,
star song memories
in dancing liturgical light.

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Becoming Climate March

Ground of Being,
Climate of All Becoming
horizon’s now moment of Earth meets Sky,

EcoSpirit bound solar fire heating air
warming crystal ice floating water
soaking absorbent soul of soil
rusting fractal minerals

decomposing eviL-ing flesh
regenerating Live-ing organic systems,

open sets inform researching rhythms
percuss prehensile patterns
of octave colored sounds in songs
reconnecting mythic culture stories
reweaving co-grounded horizon long becoming,
Be longing Nondual-Now.

 

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Mute Longing

I belong to your vistas

your panoramic places

older than our Voice.

 

Toddlers listen to

memorize your scent as this day’s time

your shadows, curves, slopes, curls

a panoply of nature’s sacred places

shaping spaces for mind’s rest

imagining your view as mine

to play or hide

or grow smaller

or dance

sounds of buzz and chatter,

clack and clatter,

august synapse

resounding crash of tipping gravity,

move, shift, roar, hunt…

resting silently again.

 

Behind my breath

I hear yours

then ours together

echoing before this Voice

interrupts my holonic bath,

within long intimate horizons,

vast belonging songs.

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Heart Home

Addicted to imagined warm translucent memories

of places I have never been

but might like more

than uncovering a home

right here in this space

this time,

 

This moment longs for elsewhere

this must belong to me

to be with

watch

smell

touch

taste

listen to her ripe rich resonant melody

glowing radiant days

closing peaceful soft twinkling nights.

 

This intimately pleasing home

where I should be

if time were ticking true

unfolding crested waves of gratitude

surfing full sprayed

gently sweeping back again

through seasoned blissful rhythms

pulsing in toward out,

sweaty naked summer

recedes toward winter’s covered quiet

longing for some place where

becoming loves belonging,

neighbors stretched and bowed across a backyard fence.

 

Home is where my heart would be,

a sea of deeply fathomed surface

rippling  mountainous reflecting integrity

rooted in sweet compost memory.

 

I have not belonged sufficiently

to not long for glad reunions

with people I will never meet

in places left undone.

 

Perhaps tonight I’ll fly

full purposed toward shared remembering

where home and I can sync our hearts

beating fire-lit amber rhythms

coiling up beyond soft sight

a kiss toward star night’s sparkle bright

a hope for dawn’s embrace

gracefully addicting this stretched out  incarnation

slowly radiant expanse

joins passioned mind to habitat of heart.

 

 

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