I'm a stone fruit without any flesh
Raw and drained
I sit under the moon
She is milky and full
I see her face for the first time

I dream of being reborn in her moonlight
The soft grey shadows falling behind me
Shadows I will never see

I beg the stars to be my guardians
Each a messenger
A talisman
A treasure

Tonight I want to be delivered my fortune
To be full again like a plum

Burn up and turn to smoke
Let yourself rise from the ashes of your destruction
Let yourself become new again

And as the smoke rises
Just before you rise again from the ashes left behind
Watch the words within the smoke
All the moments of your life contained
What could be more inspiring?

And as you complete your rebirth
Use those memories
To write yourself a new life

Blue sky, bright sun
endless as creation
the light of these
as bright as these
return me to the one
when life and love
must re-evolve
greatest faith can come
much more than moon's
reflection of the sun
When life must end
another life begins
complete this circle
and begin again

I was reminded,
in the hush of existence
Of fire, and blood,
and the terrible screams.
And I? Responsible.
But in my moment of complete failure,
I resolved to something strong,
and died.
Now, in another life,
or mine still, I suppose,
I think to myself
"It's such a beautiful day."
and decide, in silence, within and without, to go for a walk.

I remember swaying on the verge
Of dark and light, before and after, to and fro
Whence to the world of forms I was conveyed
To suffer just as any other human being,
Within this futile form, confined to bear
The sin of our fathers’ fathers and so forth that stems
From the first couple of the world, banished from Eden,
Seduced by vicious serpent and condemned to toil, and bear
And multiply; and so through ages was it in the progress
To finally conclude in my true self; for I remember light,
And cold, and pain and darkness; the metal cling,
Sterility of white; but then before my inner eye is cradle,
I lying there myself with strangest sense of missing,
Of lacking something too important to express…
Oh, yes, that was the point: I am unable at the moment
To express my swarming thoughts… or rather figures;
Or maybe even outlines of perfect things; and from
The misery, despair and sorrow I try to do my best,
But only peal or rather shriek is able to emit from breast
Of mine; O Lost, O Ghost, in this world all alone
That for eternal wandering is doomed to travel from one Eternity
Into another; and then again, again, again and one more time;
For the machine for ever is in working, and all the clogs
Are always greased and oiled; and there is no way to break the circle,
Or just escape, to be no slave for torture, to walk and see no time,
To sense not the rotation of the earth, or in the utter self-esteem
To deemed yourself the mover of the planet, that just because
Of you is possible the progress
Through space and time too vast
For us to comprehend the wholeness of the Chaos; for chaos this
Still is for sure, indeed; and how in our conceit can we so be deluded
As to believe ourselves the bearers of the knowledge
Pertaining to the mysteries of life; O Lost, imagine now you can
The first my feelings as a boarder of this stage; for sure I am, as
Spirt is immortal, that dusk is but beginning of the dawn.

water   once   blossomed   into  microbes
into  blossoms,    into  little lost creatures
who bathed in  the light.   once, the trees
opened up  &  said     Let there be green!
                                        & there was

now   our breath
comes spilling
over with
whispers and sighs and
dust of the day  the red river
runs just under
our skin like the sea
that saw us
brought to be      in,  out
each breath i breathe, i can
feel her move with me

the river runs through,    skull meets earth
bones wear down to dust for 
inhale                                            exhale
pro­mised return.              one      again
with the worm  &  the whale.
welcome back by old friends
waving green

not an end                   no such thing

The whiskey bottle is empty,
But I find the cap on the floor,
and give it away.
Somewhere, my closest family
sleeps, and I live
for the first time all week.
Ask whoever you want,
they'll tell you the truth;
the hymns of ancient people's
resonate in your ears,
and dead ancestors will look on
horrified.
Still, I am the medicine man in these parts.
But that was another life,
one of silent contemplation of the infinite.

Pandora's box has been tightly sealed
remnants of what once was
is scattered now in northerly winds
...vision is lost

Dying time wages on
like a war between
decay and the stillborn

Fighting something that
cannot be seen
while loving with third eye open
...soul retrieval countdown

Drifting between yesterday
and today
That is where the sun meets moon

Survival of the fetus hidden inside the blind
spots of a road overly traveled
leaves healing as the daily mantra
...be reborn or die

So black and white is the palate
of this life
...the answers lie in the dark side of the moon

Seeking Sanity~