This willow weeps for no one

It hears the mountain's tears
riding on the backs of slow waves

This willow knows
that the sun's silence
is understood by every atom

It knows
that soon the rocks will rise up and
take arms

They will wage a war against concrete
and flesh

Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief
and will resume feeding the willows that have
long ago stopped crying

I am spitting up universes
-like Kali- all destruction,
eclipsing the deceit of the Sun.

I will consume
the stars until I am pregnant
with the possibilities
of a new moon.

I am the keeper of secrets
-Like the High Priestess-all feminine,
divining the wisdom of bones.

My body imbued with the
spirits of indigo promise.

I will some day
leave this story
And like the birds
I shall inherit the wind.

Hot surge
In our bellies
we dipped from  
cherried shores

Tongues raw
from the singe
of hunger

We paused between
each satiated strum

Our sighs melted
between each breath

We bit into the
veins of
Our longing
And died
dripping from
our mouths

.





Of all who are here

( welcome )

.""


Some picture creation as a collective movement

And interchanging of energies

Thru a matrix

Commonly called

Time and Space

In which beings develop

And transform

And are now in their present  shape


//

Some see creation as the simple

" placing down "

Of completed figures onto a stage

That does not change

But is only there to be seen

And evaluated

Studied

And analysed

By other consciousnesss

•

I prefer the first  of the two possibilities



.

All the trouble in the world
And you chose here.
The millions of light years
It took for you to reach us.
Inside your golden breath
never dying but
Igniting streams of iridescent strings.

This one singularity.

Bated upon your lips
Are the deeds of
the Light in action.
The silvery bond
Holding us all together.

Yet, they will hurt you
they will plunge you into
the well of sorrow
with their apathetic glances
and stiletto tongues

But you are the crystalline Sun.
With the power inside
your rainbow colored eyes.

*You are the truth.
The shift.
The one.

“When I think of you, fireflies in the marsh rise like the soul’s jewels,
Lost to eternal longing, abandoning my body.”* —Izumi Shikibu

I don’t know the Sun
but
outside I have
made a mess of things
and
the days have gone
slow fleeting

You should know I’d swallow
You entirely
and the wind is
a formless deity

I **** my tongue to you.

**We don’t know where
a poem goes when its forgotten
Perhaps like love it sleeps
in the recesses of our soul
And awakes in the boundaries
of our pain.