I was busy yesterday with selling real estate – one sale, one purchase: paperwork, research, etc. That left little time or inclination to write. I am, therefore, mining my recent journal pages for today’s offerings. There will be three to make up for my being a slug yesterday.
3/4/18
Ride the Universe thundering
star-studded hooves through
your third eye.
See in the dark. Let diamonds
drip from your tongue. Rise.
Pause. Savor. Sway
to your heart’s rhythm. Allow
it all in: the orange-red sun;
the white-faced moon;
the blue-black sky, the
trillion glittery stars
that will not let you fail.
4/6/18
We stand in a circle, 50 of us,
celebrating a completion and
J starts rubbing her palms together and
the whoosh sound passes around ’til
it meets her again, and then she snaps
her fingers which travels around too –
making wind and soft rain, and at her next turn
claps sizzle lightning, and then hard rain –
hands smacking thighs; finally, thunder –
feet stomping the wood floor, the building
all ashiver, then backwards until
only whoosh
then silence
reverberating.
4/2/18
Holy
We sang chorus, ancient words
repeated and we still knew their meaning,
flinging that energy against the dark
holding at bay things with no names
yet their names were on our tongues
spilled from our mouths and they, the things,
they turned into smoke and blew away.
Holy the fire
Holy the night
Holy the stars
Holy the coming light
Our feet were thunder on the ground
our claps split the air dazzling
like heat lightning over storied oceans
our breath was peppermint and cinnamon.
Come, join us.
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You can see the influence of “Holy” on the 4/6 writing. That’s the thing about journals. Things appear and mutate and you have this string of writing that is all related somehow to do with what you will.
1 Comment
This is so, so vivid: “Ride the Universe thundering star-studded hooves through
your third eye,
See in the dark. Let diamonds
drip from your tongue. Rise.
Pause. Savor. Sway”
And this: “holding at bay things with no names yet their names were on our tongues”
And: “thunder –
feet stomping the wood floor, the building
all ashiver…”
I want to be in your head for a few minutes or more…..love it all.