There’s so many loves to water
when you cannot bear to let things die.
Even when winter comes and you wither and fall,
in spring, I find you budding tender little pink bits
and making me giddy, all over again.
I can’t water so many fields.
I can’t tend to so many gardens
with the care they deserve.
Where is the centerpiece?
The strong iron mother
in the earth that holds
it all together?
The roots that weave their magic;
where is their solid, father trunk?
I’m journeying back to the source again,
and hoping the galactic bees and honey-eaters
will hold things together while I’m gone.
I’m going home to the womb,
I’m burrowing in deep
at my own sweet pace.
I’m shaking off the karmas
like water from the feathers
of a blue raven.
Shaking off drops of love and dream seeds,
watching them fall and keeping my beak shut.
I’m waiting for the honey of the unfelt, unseen.
I’m waiting for the nectar of the dream undreamt.
I’m waiting for the call of the soul unexpressed.
I’m waiting with my wings outstretched.
I’m ready to let go of this world
and watch it spin on happily without me
like I never trusted it could.
I’m ready to rustle amongst you
like peninsular leaves on a windy full moon night
making you shiver, and turn even
from a new lover’s kiss.
I’m ready to love you, love you
like I never could, even in my glorious curves
and tiger breath:
love you from the core out,
like a universe birthing,
the feeling of your Self dawning;
you don’t even know I’m there.
I’m ready to hand this pirate ship over
to the next scallywag
and sail on unnoticed
with only the wind for breath
and sea for movement.
I’m climbing out of the branches
and crawling in to the hollow within
surrounded by life.
I’m shaking off the karmas.
Watch them falling as tears
of moments too beautiful not to exist
I’m taking them with me
in my eternal soul, stronger than
the body, and real enough to claw, claw
like a hungry cat
(how I love to feel you
clawing at me with your ravishing,
I’m taking you with me as breath.
I’m carrying you with me
between the nothingness
like a magic carpet
weaving its pattern
into our deepest
our magnificent vibrational art.
I’m planting the seeds
and letting you sow yourself
in this dance,
play your own part.
I’m dancing with you,
and I’m dancing for you,
my dance is your dance,
yet I’m dancing on my own ten,
tiny toes, little life boats in an infinite
I’m walking on the earth,
but leaving no trace.
I’m not in a hurry,
and there’s no time to waste.
Your garden is a paradise now!
To think I thought you needed me!
Just a little inspiration in the form of your own
reflection was the only direction
I’m shaking off the karmas
like raindrops off the back
of a black swan.
I’ll see you on the inside,
when we’re all already gone.
I’ll feel you on the inside,
as the living pulse
of every song.
I’m laughing as I harvest
and singing as I sow:
I’ll love you from the inside,
everywhere I go.