On Dance, Take I

Come into
My witch’s cauldron
big, black pot
with iron, clawed legs
and a wide base, for rooting down down
Down into a fiery pit.

Brewing, stewing, steaming and rising,
swirling, twirling, bubbling and oozing.

Step into
my curandera’s cocina
where, leaping frogs, slithering lizards
and reptiles
with pitch-forked tongues
rest dreamily as one wandering eye
marks the time
of fluttering butterflies
and creeping beetles,
an Earthly, potent magic
assaults the senses.

Pungent, putrid, and foul smelling,
Fetid, fragrant and divine,
aromas
of the sacred and the profane.

Ride with me
on my bruja’s highway
the twisting turns and angular perceptions
a fluidity of space
as flying forms
evolve in the night
and as we
blast on through
to the other side.

Walk with me
on my shaman’s land
holding my hand, stroking my cheek
and whispering words
of an uncommon language,
of places too celestial to tell
of a world too godly for thought
and of an existence deeply rooted and tied
to all that is

painful, joyful and complete
sad, excruciating and extreme

whole.

Desperately Seeking: A New Creation Story

Absence, longing, loss, the death and decaying of life falling off.
Relationships
tossed to the wind like leaves fluttering in the breeze
Drying up, diminishing color, dissipating water, losing vitality, losing life.

In a dream induced haze
I wander
wondering
when
this construct
this facade
this place of becoming
will also follow suit, will also come spinning
to its final halt.

Painfully sad, I wither
lines emerge, deep and creased
fingers are absent-mindedly picked at
and a busy mind chirps on in endless epitaphs.

An imaginary divide
it purports separation and distinction
I lament
I seek to escape
its vice-like grip
but I am no more
than
a captive prisoner in its deathly hold
as I wait out these days
as I will new ways
as i cry and scream and shout
"Just hold me!"
and
"Let me just hold you!"

let these walls
of textiles, wood, brick and mortar
of thought, dogma,and morality
of numbers, figures, date and time
fall off
into the wind
floating listlessly about
until they reach their one final note
cast off like the invisible chains they are
no longer keeping us
from one another
from the truth
that we all hold dear deep down
inside
the black bottomless pits of our
shared humanity of our animal soles
of our wanting, primal nature

take me back to the time before
the fall
the loss of grace
and this notion of sin
take me back
to a green and lush planet Earth
where all species roamed free
to exert their own necessary whims
take me back
take me
back
take me
take

find me back in a period when
my presence was worthy
enough
when your actions spoke
only
of this moment
now
when there was
no
one
right
way
when we were
we just were
we were
are we
aware?

How I Ended Up Here...

Oh, let me count the ways.

1.) Through my mama's vagina.

2.) Due to my father's 40-year profession in which he relocated from San Francisco (where he met said mama) to Toronto, Ontario, Canada (where I was born) and then down to San Diego (where I was raised).

3.) After a middle class upbringing in the 'burbs of North County, and then heading north to Sonoma County for embodying the hippie ways of college days.

4.) From ample years spent living rAW ~ from the streets of Berzerkeley to around the globe and back to So Cal, where I became intimately acquainted with a northern hemisphere night sky.

5.) To returning to San Diego where I writhed and withered in the madness of love, erroneously believing that I had to constrain who I was in order to be in some monogamous pairing.


Yes, there are many locations and places, emotions and ways of being, in which I find myself.

Fortunately, I am referring more to my newest role as Vice President of ROOTS San Diego Sustainable Food Project.

The Dawning of Another Decade...

Welcome, 2010~!!!!!!!!!!!