As the Moon grows to darkness
I tap my foot to the music above
the heart throbbing below
The heart of this moment,
the heart of these messages,
of Earth
Tapping in, jumping into still water
Counting every ripple from above, hovering
The spider shakes her shimmering web,
All will feel it ~
From her… to what she catches
Catch, consume, escape
by chance of sacred Divine…
You were supposed to be free
you are supposed to fly
Justice catches us, compels us
Understand effects
Effects of our people
Our culture
Our system
Our breastfed fathers
Our negligent mothers
We live out these dreams
We call in our strengths…
if we know what’s good for us
Only in hindsight can we, truly
Speak the language of the passing clouds
The knowing,
The acceptance,
The liminal, everlasting momentary
guarantee keeps me
projects me into the wheel, the void, the Fool
again ~
into eternal Release
