Earth Words
Early dew meets rising sun-
Light splatters like star-matter shot from a gun-
BANG!
The colors burst forth; they mingle and shine-
they disolve and evolve with rhythm and rhyme-
constellations of jewels and precious-cut-stones-
they sparkle sublime and shine from below-
their luminous nature mimics our own-
the current that courses from skin through to bone.
Electric-spirit-spectrum from root to crown-
refracted fractal patterns of chakra-channels and footsoul touchdown.
Flesh-meets-clay as daylight gives birth-
to the myriad wonders that spawn from the earth-
dawn responds with natural mirth-
and we catch the exchange-
the wonderous play-
saluting the sun, we chant praise and pray-
we seek to obey, for to do so is love-
is to reach up and grab what comes down from above.
The e-ternal hug of brahma's embrace-
the practice of looking each man in the face-
and seeing his eyes and what's held beneath-
those lipid reflections inspecting so deep.
God seeks to bequethe the lotus-leaf-wreath-
to all of us, teaching devotion technique-
devotion to earth and water and air-
and fire and all that results when they share.
The thick-red-rays of afternoon haze-
the mix of sun and dirt in which we ritually bathe-
this is the way, the age-old dance of human and soil and spirit and plants.
Bent and burnt backs, naked and graceful-
move slow through the groves of papaya and mango-
Bap bap, bap'd bap bap-
the wicked rhythm that sets the tone is like that-
I said uh bap bap, bap'd bap bap-
steady the hand, tough and tan, of humble farmer cat.
So day wanes at eve's approach-
the dusk entrusts the holy ghost-
the earthly host on which we roam-
who in the end will take us home-
and swallow us into her maw-
the origin that formed us all-
and truth of death-
and fleeting chance-
makes sunny days the real romance.
Light splatters like star-matter shot from a gun-
BANG!
The colors burst forth; they mingle and shine-
they disolve and evolve with rhythm and rhyme-
constellations of jewels and precious-cut-stones-
they sparkle sublime and shine from below-
their luminous nature mimics our own-
the current that courses from skin through to bone.
Electric-spirit-spectrum from root to crown-
refracted fractal patterns of chakra-channels and footsoul touchdown.
Flesh-meets-clay as daylight gives birth-
to the myriad wonders that spawn from the earth-
dawn responds with natural mirth-
and we catch the exchange-
the wonderous play-
saluting the sun, we chant praise and pray-
we seek to obey, for to do so is love-
is to reach up and grab what comes down from above.
The e-ternal hug of brahma's embrace-
the practice of looking each man in the face-
and seeing his eyes and what's held beneath-
those lipid reflections inspecting so deep.
God seeks to bequethe the lotus-leaf-wreath-
to all of us, teaching devotion technique-
devotion to earth and water and air-
and fire and all that results when they share.
The thick-red-rays of afternoon haze-
the mix of sun and dirt in which we ritually bathe-
this is the way, the age-old dance of human and soil and spirit and plants.
Bent and burnt backs, naked and graceful-
move slow through the groves of papaya and mango-
Bap bap, bap'd bap bap-
the wicked rhythm that sets the tone is like that-
I said uh bap bap, bap'd bap bap-
steady the hand, tough and tan, of humble farmer cat.
So day wanes at eve's approach-
the dusk entrusts the holy ghost-
the earthly host on which we roam-
who in the end will take us home-
and swallow us into her maw-
the origin that formed us all-
and truth of death-
and fleeting chance-
makes sunny days the real romance.
3 comments:
You got it, Justin. This is exactly how I felt when I woke up this morning, except that it was snow rather than red earth that I bathed myself in.
Thinking of you--keep writing, your poetry is beautiful. What a gift!
One word, my brotha....wicked.
I have so much to tell you....
..."We'll be making dinner at Hampshire in no time..."
I miss/love you.
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