fire in the street
silenced no more
gaia bloodied
again, again, again
breathe into humanity
deliver our love
as they hold tight
to their babies
tonight

as the beauty of this life
bleeds into oceans of pain
i dance and dance and dance
on the edge
and i am overcome

it didn't hurt much
to say goodbye to the others
worn their welcome
played their part
left a pleasant void
and distant memories

yet you churn in my belly
like the ocean on fire
you race through my veins
and smother me with
your
last
word
and i still hold it all
in deep calm
and wait

in stillness
my heart breaks
and empties into nothing
ready for
the next wave
of everything

when nothing and everything
become stillness

before darkness gathers me in
before liminal space invades me
before i tumble inward
and rest my weary eyes
as i shed the day
and imagine possibilities
of tomorrow
and beyond
before i let it all go
a word rests on my lips
asking to be spoken

love

wanderer
with a sufi soul
bound in failing structures
a postmodern calamity
caving in
cardboard boxes
filled with useless shit
busywork
in the thirsty desert
of the mind
lack of spontaneity is my disease
dis ease
dis able the cords
unplug the great experiment
give me my fucking village
a porch and a fire to cook
give me freedom
and grace
and love
and all that will be left
is the dance

but what of the moments you are not there
when the other is not there
these too are moments
in my awareness
when depth of thought
and utter aloneness
the winding chaos of panic
the vengeful claw of doubt
and self hate
take over the porch
what does the mind do then
and what of the heart
what of the soul
what of the bliss that longs for light
moonlight is my sister
and i long for her song