night sky: if children were stars

night sky

(breath pause breath)

if children were stars 

the sky would shimmer the more

if planets were playpens

babies would fly amidst lore

if fairy tales were water

all  would be safe at the shore

hail neptune, moon, venus and mars

if only our children were stars

Meditate  Calm

Read something slow, now

It has rhythm

The bible will work among others

Don't think about your religion

Just slow down and think about God.

Could be you worship a goddess,

At this moment that might be enough

But when things really start getting crazy,

Well, open your heart now ---

Look at the sky ...

Look

Look

There's an angel

The River Styx

My newer poems are found at crossing the river styx

Meditation

Meditating beyond the stones of ego

eurydice the harlot nymph

women are harlots and goddesses too,
and soaked robed nymphs.
toes damp when moist moss walking,
cloaked cloth cloaking the soul's lamp,
winged moth winging the fire

orfeo now listen

i am the goddess
the whore
the nymph disrobed and singing

i am the venus
the swan
naked and winging,
feathers damp from leg choking
i watch you vine soak ground.

unveiled
unloosed
and
falling,
i see the river nix

sing me now orfeo,
fuck me amongst the trees

styx song singing

styx song singing

kyrie kyrie

waves slap wood

styx song singing

agnus dei

lambs and lullabies

on your slick bank

slipped i first was

scrapped by moist stone

slid i did

sing credo credo

hid i did

sing find me find me

sexed i shed all skin to bone

white skull singing

swimming not

floating yes
what does orfeo sing?

kyrie kyrie

doesn't matter what you say

doesn't matter if you paddle

only you hear the waves

kill the snake again orfeo

this is my agnus dei

inside me you moving, slashing

flesh to bone

sex to stone,


credo in now

credo out

in unum unum

dei dei

styx song singing

hush now listen

agnus little lambs

The Judgement of Paris

eyes and loins will pleasure seek

but be judged back for every move

at tit or tat

or sex style lacking

the length of thy rope is wanting,

a girth so small breeds taunting

judge as you will, Paris but

mirror thy flesh in ego's mesh

and scrape your squalid bones

Goddess and Snakes

wet tomb singing

live tree snaking

arch of archetypes

pillar of dreams

the vaulted domes of god

sing me now sing

bring me now bring

the killing kyrie

bring what was brought
which was caught which was caught:

the hunter's kill now

eat we eat we eat we

tangled sycamore 

scrub stone river stone
mouth so hidden so hidden so hidden

sleep soft slime awake:

now run with ofeo

who (agnus dei) 

is ever you snaking
ever you ever you

agnus dei the snake slips away

returns to the mystery

of your grand kyrie

nude in the forest

nude in the forest

thighs wrapped

'round bark,

sapped inside finally

by more than your bed,

not your hands but mine

traced the long limbs.

my smell is deep smell

i thought
as i circled the nubby wood

i thought of you and your forest
you as lover
you as spirit
you as all men

You mark a single tree,

i mark them all

your smell so angry

bark bristles

my smell so hungry

it needs more than marking

then,
hearing sap sounds

the tree pushed back,

other trees called into swaying

no wind moved the leaves - 

I did

my sap in their limbs now

up through their veins,

my smell on the leaves 

the leaves drank

pained with rhythm

they fluttered

dancing leaves on singing limbs,

the forest moved

as crusted bark,

scraped clean,

finally dropped to earth

stars now stars

stars now stars

ripples of the great he-she

calmed

death's illusion and sex

not stinging

stars now stars

are only singing

Necklace Song: to a former lover

Necklace Song  to a former lover

you sing about deepness and air
porous wood living without man's shame

crannied in a woman's body
you claim the forest as your own

but find new frets
new  tones
if I'm to hear your
forest strumming

listen
i become the necklace song

the knife is loosed
heads hang like shells

now sing Credo

to wearing of skulls

the ego beads of your selective mind

You have no voice and
no new song?

I lower you then
through snakeland
as you once let Eurydice fall

look not up but down to water

orfeo of ego
you mad sex of men

meet the Dark One
and the wet
clean blood

Form is Eternal - The One is the Many

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Meditation at Cougar Hots Springs

I've been meditating and getting clean these days at Cougar Hot Springs . If you go early in the morning, you are likely to be one of a few, possible alone.  If nudity bothers you,  you can find a separate pool. People do wear bathing suits, but you give up the full communion of body with earth.  It's about an hour's drive from Eugene. As much as I like the earliest hour alone or with a few others, hot springs are sacred places on the earth. The more people who enter this sacred realm and experience what the earth offers, the better our chances to save such places and the sacred forests that surround them. 

 

moon girl is laughing

moon girl is laughing

she told me the hope was a ruse

some piece of toxic plastic

that wouldn't bless a tree, a person, a soul, or a star.

stay in the woods

moon girl toned

don't go to the lights

unless you go for the real fight

My Friends Were Right -Nothing Short of System Collapse Will Bring Change

They all said it was silly to "work with the system." They all said that nothing will change till the power structure really falls down. They said things won't get better if the system stays on. The earth would die just like people around it are dying. Taking a look at this joke of a health care reform I realize that they were right.


They said that only a collapse of the system will bring change for the good. The system is starting to collapse. Let it come down.
The real enemies are the liberals in the power structure. Bring it down. Blow it down. Write it down. Throw mud at its arrogance.

Deforestation of Amazon Rain Forest at New High

The deforestation in Brazil's Amazon rainforest in June was four times worse than the month before. What will it take to end this self-destruction? I guess nothing, really. We're beyond the tipping point. But one can still monitor the criminals.

Campaign for Forest Protection Moves Forward to Copenhagen

"All Copenhagen bound climate parties urged to get back to basics of avoiding deforestation and degradation as a keystone climate change response. The focus must be upon ending first time industrial logging of primary forests while providing local peoples alternative incomes based upon fully intact standing old forests".

ANYTHING LESS IS UNWORTHY OF GREEN SUPPORT

Public Option

The Urban Institue has published a study about the importance of a Public Plan Option.

Public Option

Public Option. Without it this is bullshit.

Uninsured Should Camp in Front of Congress

They are going home for August.

The uninsured should be camping in front of Congress as they leave. Build a tent city of the sick and those who have lost insurance. People with stories of how they couldn't afford tests that would have given them a chance to survive a serious illness.

Dare the police tear down that camp. Make the Republicans deal with Americans of all situations. Let all these cowards stand up or sit down. Put bodies, faces, and souls on the line. Bring the children.

What are we waiting for? The internet has distracted us from the real moves that would accomplish the goal. Part of the reason is that sick people don't fight back. Who can blame them? But someone needs to organize this. Now. As the congress with their golden insurance plans head out. Dare these bastards to not vote for a decent plan that works immediately. Dare them. Dare yourself to do more than blogging.