One Teacher
She's hard as cocomino sandstone letting time and water to the right place
She's covered in ocean tumult and calm from moment to moment
She's the soft soil yielding and happy to raise new plants
Listen and learn practice and see
Interpret however you want
One Teacher
She's hard as cocomino sandstone letting time and water to the right place
She's covered in ocean tumult and calm from moment to moment
She's the soft soil yielding and happy to raise new plants
Listen and learn practice and see
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Stinging cold pinpricks on my ears tiny ice hailing down Grit mixed with sting around my eyes soil and sweat Cold plastered to my back and belly cotton shirt soaked to the bone A shoulder's twinging stitch pulling at tangles of roots
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I CAUGHT THE RAGE BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT I NEVER KNEW I HAD SWALLOWED IT GASPING FOR INFECTED AIR MY MYSELF FORGETTING DEEP DOWN THE THING I DIDN'T REMEMBER BLOOD RED FLESH ON BONES SLOW SMOLDER HEAT BURNING MY BELLY ON REPLAY IN MY MIND BUILDING ON ANGER RECURSIVELY BOTTLED UP LASHING OUT
INTO THE NIGHT until i lay by my one true truth and love and a wave comes cold clear water washes my face like a drug floods my veins again slows my heart
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One tree's trunk and another's bough climb into a dark sky
I lie in the warm water thinking to myself wondering when I'll die
The oldness crept into my body and the worry in my mind didn't quit as my bottle went dry
The billions of human souls and my unending luck feel like tragedy's unlit coals
Far from the noise in a forest once logged where the elk walk at will
And the river's run close, braided behind the dam singing the mist into the air
The hills rise all around and a fiery mountain to the north slush falls down
Switchback to switchback high in the clouds where my mind lands now
The Wearing Off
Silent Quiet Coziness The newness of a change Seeks your delight smells out your deep seated echos
Welcome labor Long steps that think to spill cold between the seams seat under my coat
Heavy weight of water swollen with warmth Whip cracked and a hot hearth flickering mantle
Three Minds
Science peered skeptically at Faery While legend stood akimbo in a garden Faery glowered back at the numbers
They argued about whose people were most fair and noble as though they were gods followed and worshiped
Until one day they saw their people were all the same
Unquenchably curious spinners of yarns listening and reading as though it was air
Everything is Damp
Even the copper bark of the Madrona tree is ruddy and the Moss and Fens and Fungus grow everywhere now The land is dark and wet and the colors are grays, browns and greens
The cold seeps in over time slowly until the fingers don't work and I stumble around
The drips in the woods are indicators of their distance and even the eel grass runs off the water
The sun can't get through the silted water running first left to right and then right to left
Far Away
A child wondered how things work And made up answers when she didn't know
The world grew crystalized shapes that spread Through space on contact and she knew the true answers
One day she walked through soaking wet stardust A thick fog through blurred moonlight behind a shaggy fir tree
Looking far off where her star might have been and many more might be
At Home
Hallogen sparks peek through the grey mist Over a low muddy tide in the bay on late December
Bloody Noses
My first bloody nose landed my butt on the concrete tears and shock
Pain and people deliver it?
My second bloody noses and I landed one back the punch to the jaw
I delivered it too and the jerk of reaction?
My third bloody nose and I stopped it first Push and shove and dig in and scrap and bob and weave and taunt
Cockiness as a dance.
One day I bloodied a nose and wasn't asked to stay.
Why did I swing?
Who am I again?
My fourth bloody nose and I got up to fight but I only stood up.
Accepted the warm wet iron on my teeth and mouth.
I know who I am.
My fifth bloody nose will come and I will sit calmly fold my hands on my stomach and ask... “Why are you hurting?”