everything unfolds from the foetal position
and returns to the womb of the Earth
when your ears were formed and a mind to hear
you heard the sea and the beats of your mothers heart
the stars were shining and you knew them not
but you felt the pull of the Moon and if your mother laid in the Sun
or if she felt the rain drumming on her tummy, you felt it too,
so much was known to you second hand,
all the experiences of the womb you brought with you when you were born, and all the experiences since you will take with you back to the womb of the Earth.

The *** sits gently above the fire
And the embers flicker in surreal delight
As my gaping lips draw nearer
And sit back I shall for this splendor of sight

For each gasp of breath we take
We kindle the flame within our heart
And tender is my touch as we transcend our make
But such is our way to drift aimlessly apart

Primitive are the ashes tending to my soul
And grateful I am for the timber of old
For in its absence my stew grows cold
And so without light, I am just another serving bowl.

Imagine the morning of the birth of our child.
With it, as well as the reception and a new formed ally,
Will come the concession of identity befalling blind
And ascension of special rates that would have you sigh.
Even though I’ll be seeing the same face I have betrothed,
Your historical account of yesterday will no longer be.
Your day old memoirs combust over the scare of motherhood
And the Oneness you once were is driven by obscurity to flee.

To secure safe passage and divine guidance for your infant
You seek to grasp the physical world you detached from,
Because man seeks to usurp and make nature his student.
Conquer and control for the benefit of some.
Like nature, our reasoning is bereft of consciousness and value
Because we fear the consequence of being emotional
For this marks weakness subject only to feminine lure.
Oh how foolish we are to pursue progress from the external.

Because it is mother nature who gives life so boldly
And sow, I give you my life at will to reap.
So you may nourish me from your body,
Nestled in your arms I may suckle vitality in heap
From your ever flowing stream that fed me at birth.
For magic I have witnessed of woman and nature in marriage,
Interconnected with the mysteries of this Earth
And by the mysterious of us mystics, we shall be your carriage.

She was the fruit perched high up on the tree
And the lather of a thorn which cut deep
Now again I rise from a very ashen dream
With a hide much softer than before
In love I fall at the whim of likeness
And out of it I walk at the loss of identity

the sound image of a tree
a word of mouth it cannot be
nor can a pecker of wood see
but in our mind's eye we recite
the four veda's of creation
absent is your breath when fires ignite
in nourishment of a flowing imagination
for this is what the tree had said
on a rooted bed the boy sits being fed
the ability to recite a word
to thee in mind without speech
speaks of one sound image
to see and hear one's own phenomena
because rather than the physical sound
the tree recite's the word tree to thy self.

Her sole tread this earth when faith became narrow
With the sun disappearing beneath her earthly crest
And perched high up her kin bid her good morrow
Her scent revered across the land when war she laid to rest
This was Pleiades the seven studded sister rooted in love
She who prunes the shrub down to the stem
So light may cleave the soul that fell from above
And such was her beaut the beloved daughter of Shem
Cast into a world fashioned in hate
Eager to condemn and prosecute in cod
How difficult it is to welcome our heavenly fate
How can you experience your self anything less than a God
So when her lips seize to move she awaits your state
Because only your self believes your self to be flawed
Yet things and beings remain as the same
As the tree still rooted whence she sway
As the nightly stars whence she came

when she heard him speak
his words sent her heart to its peak
truth was the melody played
and grievance was the tune she plagued
self assured she sought to revenge
and swiftly her darkest thoughts arrange
tireless she became to find her toy
but playful was the heart she tried to destroy
silent was the ignorant man who had done no wrong
making it up as he hummed his song
and pungent was the wise ready to mock
who gathers her flock eager to split this rock
on deaf ears fell her sword dipped in venom
because wise was she to abrupt the fools sermon

The heaven's rumble and the shutters mumble
Insidious is the echo of a thunderous raw
The comparable terror on both fronts becomes indistinguishable
And when the earth quakes we hug the floor
The children weep and a mother's hope makes way
The wounds of shard cleansed by molten tear
Inside we howl at the dart that went astray
A target it found when the mind was cornered by fear
The heavens rumble and the shutters mumble
Darkened shadows flicker within the shutters fiery light
A teary mother contemplates death when her kin she must ******
Feen or foe a monster parades on her blight