What Shall I Name Ye My Dear?

What Shall I Name Ye My Dear?

Glistening tear of sorrow

As today gives way to tomorrow

Quiet comfort of life on an autumn night

Dissolves in a future that forgets

We are bones

Bones for our children

Patterns tonic and toxic seduce us with promises of glory

Can I sway your one track girl minds beyond the norm you have found?

Slogans and sayings fill me with nausea and swaying

To pass on the dawn of view with such spew makes me wonder

We worship the elegance of eloquence that clothes essence

This is our lore, that we devour with such gore

We are the whore, the seeker of experience

We long to touch and fuck knowing

We reach ahead and behind and try to bring to here that which we hold dear

But good golly this is folly for Now is our cow to milk

Aye that I could skip across the fabric of space-time to dance with ye

   who dares to play with this charged and shimmering glee

Ha! I abscond with your complacency of rank

For I play the fool demon, the bitter trickster who sets the world a-spinning

Jump out of your skin and sin – no more

Writhe to and fro and grow, away from the dead skin cast of the past

I dare ye I dare ye – follow me to the land of the wild mad free

Awake!

Whirl whorl oh girl

And show me a good time

Bring up the ritual reality of hospitality

Let there be rest for the ever sacred guest

   and joy for the circular Kingdom of Troy

Open the gates for the wanderers who laughingly demand entry

For this is magick me dears and ‘les it stoke your fears all wise to comply and arise

   as well

Ah but it is pain and sorrow this life

Embarrassing pastimes make me hang my head and laugh in defiance

For all failure and shame is but nothing to the untainted original mind!

Native Spirit River Rock

Native Spirit River Rock
The old track is abandoned except for seekers
Some stalk prey, some stalk health,
Some stalk vision, some stalk autumn seed and store

The stream is a movie scroll that never rests, ever unraveling to distant seas

Messages and myths of long ago encampments
Signs and Symbols and the twins:
Consecration and Desecration
   and the illusory bridge between them
Be at once honored and despised
   and see that even desecration is a form of consecration

Leaves danced and chattered and shadows of leaves danced and chattered as autumn sun skimmed o'er horizons

Awareness of motion and instability and the possibility of death

Refreshing alertness. A place to guard the mind
The wide and swift river and the confining hillside
Symphonies of elements tell of the peaceful danger of the valley
Fish swim and live and die unseen
Their ancestors once fed our ancestors

Guard the door Ye watcher
Guard the door that leads to delusion
Don't let you in

Raven and Squirrel and Chipmunk and Blue Jay appear
The quilled one is hidden but manifests death yonder and offers medicine for the bundle

Each moment is important and offers itself to awareness
Listen to the body without falling prey to it's longing to be grasped

Indian Summer dazzles with color and newfound sky in the forest

Spirit Rocks underwater manifest stable whirlpools and whoosh waves

The swift yet patient river smooths them round grain by grain

Spirits haunt and there is awareness through caution

Let the Oakfall begin

Moonstream Stray Dream Nest

Moonstream Stray Dream Nest

Moonshine madness, Werewolf pain and frenzy, Bitter Desire come Rage

Compelling momentum of transformation

Outlaw wanderers of wastelands, avenger scavengers

The dog warns man and the dog warms man

Moon dog woman

She and her dog follow the moon o’er the horizon

Ocean dances for moon and moon dances for ocean,

A mirror surface reflecting moon, and ocean

Subtle body world of dreams and fantasy

Dreams of water drench the pallet

Drum trance close in to the fire as world turns to winterdark

The waves of heat distort distant trees unseen before

Smoke unfurls endlessly in the wind

The cold rain and wind contrast with the hot fire in elixir of sharp points

Fresh oakfall alights and sizzles

The hot red coals and the distant red sunset share perfect match of hue

As they are one, how can they not know one another?
They are one as well with tomorrow's full moonrise horizon glow

Fuel of earth comes and goes and we prepare to yoke the sun and wind and water

We will change, the world will change

Like stones in a stream or leaves in the wind we will land somewhere for a time

Homage to the three-legged spectre: model, recipe, and helpers

Find the cure for sure for sure or laugh and see the meaning of medicine

Tend to duty tend to friend and bend and bend and bend

Now how to summon the best to the crest to manifest the mighty MEST

Brisk is the night air, Ice longs to sparkle

Cold is the way now, familiar transitions appear

Unfamiliar ones loom on various horizons

Offer fear to fearlessness and be awake

Comfort, we can only bask in it for so long

Such is the Suffering of Change

Discomfort, our agony will only last a while

Such is the Joy of Change

We are creatures of adjustment

All worldly pleasure gives way to pain

All pain is temporary

I wander, lost in the midst and worshipping flow and body incantation

We pretend away filth and hide fears and perpetuate lies

This is our habitual sociality, our customs of pretense

We endeavor to show our best face and hide the rest

May all sentient beings be happy

oh, and Fuck You as well.

Enter the Shades

Enter the Shades

As noumen retreats from the land to cozier haunts of underworld dens

And the ginger-haired oaks brush the horizon

Gates of change creak ajar as bids the wheel of time

Wand’ring spirits and the elven dead tread among us

Smile and dance in revelry and memory

Zombie army of Woden soon enough to cut the icy sky in mad hunt gales

Rudra the Howler and his team of the fierce winds dance untamed

The old and wrinkly Callieach cackles in the delight of vengeance

‘Tis the time of cloaks

As the world veils itself in darkness

The dead and darkness rise

The power of dusk embraces all in its path

Perched on points of contrast we see the nature of transition

Creatures abandon their bodies, their shells

Hearth fires summon summer’s flowing flowering moisture

   leaving yesterday crispy and lifeless

Ah the quiet. The peace of solitude

We all haunt our bodies then leave them to be heaps of stench and dust

Memories and songs glow like stars for a while then dim

Awake we sense, asleep we dream, in dreamless rest we forget time

Aware we dwell in the continuum of the unborn undead

Candlelight and shadows converse in flickering dances

Poets paint petty pictures of thought-shadows

Form gives way to substancelessness

The far sky and the far hidden earth converse through the trees

Look! There are stars in the Well!

Reflections of Reflections of Reflections confound an ungraspable reality

Sleep beckons and so perhaps our fates would mingle in dreams

In any case we all wear our cloaks of illusion but only some of us accept them as such

Good night ye night birds