(i still don't know what's to come & i'm allowing for this.
deeply.
breathing it in.
laughing at the unknowing.
receiving its gift.
annoyingly, i can pretend that i "know" all too often.
it's a great tool for make bee-lieve and child-like purity and
it's not so great a resource for daily, intimate relations.
i apologized to a brother just yesterday for my "know-it-all" behavior -
as it can also just not be fun.
my intention for 2012 & this year of Black Water Dragon remains, however
(spoken during a candlelight ceremony held here in the Hive with over 50 people) ~
allow unknowing & trust!!!)
C-o-n-v-e-r-g-i-n-g
death comes
as a welcome gift, its plumage outstretched
i wrap it around my chest.
swaddling the stilled baby,
there is no fear to be found, no wailing to be heard.
you offer ceremony, & i sink into
our thick silence. bullfrogs illuminate
the winter night w/ their resonance as a waxing,
crescent moon hangs high above the sycamores.
you dig, & i kneel. you cut away, feathers and talons,
& i smudge the air between us.
time, a fluid river, runs between the child
who ran through these same coastal desert hills & the woman
who now offers life right back to the source from where it came. body to body, soul to soil. one and the same,
we are. together,
we sing the refrain. ♥
