Palettal Prose: Winged energy of delight

At once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed

in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable

relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

until they span the chasm between two

contradictions…For the god

wants to know himself in you.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

soaring-eagle

Palettal Prose: Wild Wisdom is not City Water

Wild Wisdom is not city water. It has not been piped, managed, studied, treated, purified, fluoridated and chlorinated. It does not pour obediently out of your household fixtures. Wild Wisdom does not stop when you turn a knob. It does not travel around the world encased in layers of plastic wrap. It does not end up in the landfill or kill baby albatross.

Wild Wisdom is water you slurp right out of the icy stream melting off the glacier. Wild Wisdom gushes from a mysterious subterranean vein. In it you taste ancient minerals from plant and animal bodies decomposed 9 million years ago. Wild Wisdom flows through the cave where your bushmothers gathered and ate aurochs and painted with their hands and worshipped fecundity, food, survival and spirit.

~Lea Bayles, We’Moon

Wild Water Wisdom

Palettal Prose: Christopher Edwards- Astrology I

Earth

open your eyes
spirit child
open your eyes
cold war begins

open the sky
spill out
spirit child
bad moon rising
the eye of the wolf
kill kill kill

Air

oh the land of the free
my melting blue heart
the flowers of time
blowing in the wind

creatures of lust
blood vomit shooting star
surrounded by surrender

Water

came home from work
with a briefcase full of money
and a hungry belly

did you hear the news today?
an airplane went down
lost in some remote forest

killer whale costume
chaos
a sea of red
chaos
a sea of blood

Fire

the near bright future
i love you so much
i love you like i love no others
i love you like a thousand dead mothers

in tangerine summer
i have loved you like a sister
i will love you like a brother

the future is ours
ours to create
ours to destroy

~Christopher Edwards

Palettal Prose: Wind Prayer

I am every blade of grass and I am alone.

I walk the sharp edge between worlds and see far and wide.

Where is the middle? I ask. The Wind Mother speaks,

“You could not see both ends if you were not in the middle.”

~Lynn, from We’Moon