Sunday, March 29, 2020

of course you would, dear shaman, 
choose this day for your croning
this very day in time
a time of wild tumultuous 
neverending wonder

dumbfuckery at its best
the world on its ass
and still the caged birds sing

your role has begun
the stirring, the churning
has begun
enter stage right

the time is now to question 
it all
lay brakes to 
anything which cannot
heal
find the seeds
and dance peace upon them

wear your crown proudly
dear condor
yet go humbly
and softly even
the time for listening
is now

As if on pause
we await
the wonderfully wild 
cascading melodies
crashing in ecstasy against 
cold wet rock
come back,
it has to come back
we will make it come back

the orders are written

if you feel love
feel it wildly, with reckless abandon
if you feel joy
tiptoe naked on the stars
if you feel fear 
dance her back to
the earth where she came
send her home
to heal
dance
dance 
dance
into our time

our time to see
to be seen
to love
and be loved

to be
and be
and be

 love in the time of covid, 

wendy