Tuesday

She is a book but you can not read her;
You must be silent and strong as cedar...
A tree with teeth, more bite than bark
(Part not parcel of a pantheistic god)
A canyon at night dancing with starlight
The essence of ebony but not as dark.
And while driving I am driven
my eyes shine silver in the mirror
They are slate gray stars on a cloudy day...
Find heaven in a circle, an Anasazi Kiva,
The Ancient Ones worshipped the Goddess
                                   by the river
with songs and the lyre:
She stands in the center next to the altar
Facing the fire
Her heart full of everything we had to offer;
Her eyes see through the smoke and ashes of the
Unheavened dead;
Her soul revels in the odor and the smell of
Unleavened bread;
Her thoughts are notions of potions and spells--
Untended thread;
Dressed in robes of stone and earth and wind:
When wishes get twisted you cannot stop them.
Stand hand in hand at the bend
At the end.
She put a folding wall up behind her desk
To keep him away from her
Now the only change is he asks a question
Instead of leaning on the side of her desk
And staring at her...
(Yellow coyote eyes glaring at her)
Magic doesn't change the real
It just gives it flesh and feet.
It is the spiritual world we feel
Like prayers in the air or a seal on the arm
We are driven by spirits and efreets to find Golden Street.
My God is One...(Three, yes, but still One)
....Trinity...Infinity...and, Unity.
Creation is an expression of His loneliness
Creating little people and homes to bless.
For we are lovely, fore-lonely, and revolt-ing--
In His Image I am one of a revolution.
And from the revolution I began, I run...
I run to the Goddess Who is She and is Us.
My God works in Ways mysterious:
His Ways are prayer, peyote, people, and power:
He is King of the wide awake and dreams delirious.
She turns Her gaze upon me, solemn and serious.
"It's the song...that burns. It's the wheel...that turns..."*
Turn down the volume, turn down the side path.
"A gentle answer turneth away wrath."**
At the end
We help; we heal; we learn; we laugh.
In the wind
I wrap two arms and one blanket around your shoulders...
We are one...(two, yes, but still one)
Remember that and feel warm
On days when the weather seems colder...

3.28.2006

* from "All Over You" by LIVE
** from Proverbs 15:1 (KJV)