I use to be attached to myself like everyone else That’s the way of this worlds masked delusions Insatiable hunger of skeletons living above our body Far from the green bones of the mother I am beholden to the spirits of the primordial deep A bear of hidden soul mending…
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Your Own Story

These fleeting words will flower Moss in her hair sea on her shoulder Fragments of dream keep me well Walking across great distances Feet of restless drums Necklaces clatter fingers scatter Prayers to the edge of the…

Dream Running Heights

Let me speak plainly by the hearth Unlocking the holy heart beats Inside journey of life together Leave if I’m not the fire you need I want the wind to always be my friend I understand its work does not consider me Except…

The Names We Call Home

I burned through the day Knowing the night would devour me I motioned the moon to come closer Filled the drum with my mind Nothing played but stillness Clever and round Waiting for me to pay Beyond white sound I…

Long Drum of the Moon

Tassels from the long drum of the moon in windows of clay silence I can make dreams feel themselves stay awake Receive black stones to weigh me down into the past Here now in this space between I polish them with buried tears…

Wild Creative Flame

Great art flourishes in a internal freedom that few achieve, but this state of being merges with the eternal. The images that reflect this freedom from all constraint defies description, the awkward linear approach with language cannot…

Theatre of The Painted Story

I have been before words Facing one another I have seen their meanings Caught in the middle Without beginning or end I have been between words Hoping life would fill the blank page Hoping they would go away Or fall out of order…

Solarium of Heart Talk

I watch the prophesized shipwreck In the onyx of my ring Curio seekers scour the earth for her For the vanishing language Of untroubled hours I resurrect the lady leaning against sea and sky Trapped…

The Owl Messenger

I drink the inner bark of Pau D Arco Through the rings of these dreaming trees I watch the earth in the deep immensity Scrying the stars for an elders story I offer corn meal and sage Deer rib and red clover To the mother…

Invocation of the Ogham Trees

A strange bird sings through my sleep Memories of ancient lyrical language Wind in Ogham trees creaking in the vernal Peeper frogs chant the stone doorway open in my body I pull the painted cart through full of old villages…

Nomads Pilgrimage

Nomad moon is made for the wolf’s pilgrimage Walks with my own step in grass song Creaking trees try teaching me my roots Verdant water beads hear the whale heart Beating through this pebble shore To the planets…

Bear That Wears The Bee Coat

I’m the bear that wears the bee coat Each bee was a star From the beginning of nights flow My relatives follow me Out of the ancient stone carving We will dance with those That know who they are. If you want…

Painted Vision

Deep through this painted vision Under the veinous hues of my hand The ancients come through Earthen stone desert power Bridge of the eternal Call us close This crystallized story We travel a far horizon Learning our…

Driftwood Guitar

Stop listening to men and women with Heads full of knowledge Stepping over winter ice Carrying treasure Chests full of transient Shadows Self important artifacts of passing drama Hold counsel wise heart In your fire…

“Brief Shadow Song”

In this smoking dream Unplug yourself from the ghost of life All the entries that describe you As the last person down the hall No one understands A stranger that travels beneath The leather sun All meaning…