around a brown dead rose
breathing and moving as one
we send golden light streaming into the rose
it, billowing like a jellyfish cloud of petals all aflutter
blushes pink again
dreaming
of dead flowers reviving
grandmothers' voices singing
and women's faces morphing from one into another
decaying and recaying
thorns plucked out of old sores
standing in circle centers with stone in hand
loudly proclaiming with silent strength
i am here
i am home
i have come
i am done
circle streaming energy into broken limbs to revive and energize
broken limbs billowing like petal clouds of jellyfish
rose hearts aglow and ever open shining
there are infinite roads and possibilities
and oh what a lovely life this is and is not
what a life
your brother is my sister is my brother is my dream is my
self
when i walk i step lightly
invisible artemesia rising up rising every up
from the clay dust of dirt road
invisible branches and stems rising every rising
what is broken is never really broken
what is dead is only composting back into life
we are all just energy molecules bouncing around and
reactions exploding imploding interploding
let us interplode then
like a bouquet of unbundled revived roses
let us intersect then
like water drip drop lines and circles reconnecting in
vast limitless oceans of being
let us be then
like infinite stars in an infinite galaxy
borne of infinite galaxies even more
and composed of
everything and nothing which is
we
(i can FEEL the super novas within me. i can FEEL the big bang that made we)
(hu d'ye mung, hu d'ye mung... oh what a butterfly dream dream dream...)
