Mirror contemplating Mirror
A snakeskin tied in knots,
the gathering of heat, a scent of light
I cannot know every one of your faces, and I will
In a moment silently sung twice over.
Re-collecting reflection, pre-practicing resurrection
No witness can confirm the practice, and I am
Chanting like water, dying like spring
A Wild, flowering
for we have chosen to measure the present in pulses, molding
the bottom of your soul is the threshold of the world, beholding
Each filling their cup beneath a waterfall
praising the land as lord
The land speaks first
Today is not a word, it is an exclamation!
The fifth direction
Apprentices of the unmediated sky,
Know all else is a collective hunch.
The past in particles,
The future in waves
Old tomorrows remember we can’t be owned by our ways.
So be careful when you cast out your unknown that you do not
Cast out that which is the best within you
That soil of silence is alive
Speaking, in ears
Listening, in tongues
The witness collapses
Cannot Re-schedule the sun.
This must be the scaling down,
The quieting up. out. breath.
Each will know The practice of death
No word has touched it, no tongue soiled it
The Unswallowed secret.
and yet you too have overheard your own truth
Fallen alone in the forest and only the sound of trees listening, as proof
For no reason
For every reason
where the air truly held our hearts,
The new season,
No witness can confirm the practice
I have taken 108 oaths of silence
only to awaken in the night whispering a chorus
of your names,
the hallowed drum beats the heart’s feet
pulsing inside palms
open lines midwives to surrender.
I don’t no, I must, yes
what do you understand of me?
it will form thee
from the sound, up
disciples of let
prophets of breath
no longer dependent on the dropping of diaphragms
so the chains are the key
one note a symphony to seek
a seed syllable re-seeds(-cedes).
the color of water, is the color of the vessel
shape of the note, shape of the hollow
catalogue the first thousand ways
to kneel and kiss the ground,
for the beauty’s in our choice
how we seek to feel the same void
and I choose this noise
I scream your names
with your voice.
can you let go of your past
all at once?
no more game of the zero, summed
the closeness of the One
parentage of the Two
pyramid of the Three
fo(u)r we cannot be simply stuck
in the body,
more is told,
the body is within the soul,
The candle’s wick was unbroken
for the weight of holding anything
in a hand.
feathers falling through the night
with nowhere to fall to
yet the earth still longs to hold them
longs to hold all
the ultimate embrace,
a duty de-served
the need to suspend the knowing
there everywhere is an everywhen
the plum as blossom
for a means
for a wing
the mute can see the blind can read
feel in the between
seed in the unseen
as feeling into numbness
is the waking from this dream
So the path remains
To return to
No need to look too far forward
For the keeper of freedom
Is this step
And it shall be my miracle.
some would have our teachers stand on our shoulders
overburdened with versions of the past
but the past is your memory
the future your dream
find us in the between
seed, in the unseen
where this step instead ascends
to stand ON our teachers’ shoulders
for their work was so we may continue to weave a new circle
Where each will step out in turn and fall on their knees to worship
as an end
for a means
for a wing
feeling into numbness is the waking from this dream