in the underground river

that connects each of our hearts

to its source

to the universe

i visit you

but i won't dwell too long

for the current is strong

and i must breathe

i celebrate you this day

like years before us

i celebrate your wings

your gift to soar

gently lift 

your soft cheek to mine

i traverse the earth

carefully laying each step

collecting my tribe

you soar and dip

soar and dip

soar and dip

feet barely touching ground

mesmerise audiences

with your charm

only to soar and dip once more

the river weaves our stories

yet flows past just as fast as they are created

only stones stand in the way

i have a thousand words to say

and yet i have none

perhaps i fancy myself a stone

who always dreamt to fly

who knows why we choose our moment

to come into this world

but you chose this one

in this tumultuous time

and we choose each other 

for the timelessness of our love

i will get better at this

but i can't rush

i don't enter the new like you

she must be very wonderful

to make you fall so hard

and i honour all your choices

although my rebellion speaks other words

i'm sorry but i was born that way

my choice, i suppose

to palpate the duality

of my soul's yearning

today, on the day of your birth

i celebrate this life

with you in my heart

with you in my soul

dancing always

laughing at the mystery

loving each challenge, each choice

honouring the depth of this winding river

that is life

2012

year of radical change

so the mayans say

we feel it in our hearts

our bones release

ancient wisdom

as we create 

something

unimagined

memory leads us forward

into darkness

but the sweet scent of magnolia

tells the way

i have loved you for a thousand years

and i will love you for a thousand more

i saw you in the moon

the very night we met

and i know i will find you there again

the dreadful untangling
of ones own heart
soul's elixer
is joy 

you can't heal
if you don't
have a wound

maybe there's a way
we can run wild
and love each other
anyway

if there is

i want to try

the occupation

is the occupation

of our own souls

our own truth

when the drones sweep the parks clean

they see only crazies, lost, homeless, dirty, pathetic souls

and at first glance they might convince themselves

but a deeper look

shows the beauty 

that we are not crazy

lost souls have been creating their own community

for a very long time

shunned by institutions

hated by institutions

'helped' by institutions

coming together

in hope

in desire

in desperation

in love

determined in spirit

fearless and godless

ready to take on the world

longing for connection

previously denied

the occupy movement

was but a culling

a weeding out

of those who will stand

and those who won't

if you're not one of us

it is you

who is lost