of course my soul will burn
for all eternity–that’s what
~Mia Howell, We’Moon
Sand, stones, salt, shells. What we each do,
Where I belong, in the dunes according to call,
rearranging the world, husked of ambition,
carrying the elements to bring life
here and there, back into balance.
listening for the music How we each pull
of relationship. on the sheet of horizon,
Where else should I be, to remake the bed-rock,
but asking questions with fingers to right the rock bed,
thrust into diatoms of silica? that it may offer carbon
An infinity to the trees,
of pulverized bodies that they may offer oxygen
speaks to my nerves to the birds. Tonight,
glistening millenial light. with paw-prints
I am a scribe of sands in these same
these hands deep hills of sand,
related by tribe, by species in the deepest spaces
to those that painted a pride of night,
of lions on cave walls stalking these same dreams.
at Chauvet, 35,000 years past.
~Bonnie Morrissey, We’Moon
Wild Woman stalks the corners
of my heart
her keen eye discerning,
nose ever sniffing
her fangs patient and poised
knowing what in the name of Life
must be consumed
She lives deeply in the pulse
She plants seeds, offers nurturance,
but does not spare the blade
in the Season of Reaping.
She knows the Grand Cycle
knows Her place as it shifts along the hoop
She dances The Wheel, returning Her bones to the earth below
to feed all those from whom She has nursed her own existence
the Dance of the Wild–She lives inside me
so as i wander in wonder amidst the cycle
i offer songful prayer to the bodies of the healers
i pull for my plate of harvest into tinctures
the blood that i spill to create is always my own,
from this body or that,
and forever Sacred.
Bring it on,
Give it to me.
Spread your black wings
and give me
Whatever it is
I can handle it.
I can handle you,
the shadowy ugly moth
fluttering in the cage of my chest.
You have been fluttering for years.
Banging against the bars of my heart.
Come here–let me have a look see
at your beady naked eyes.
Ah, so you are scared too.
May you say yes
to the adventures
that scare you
from the darkness