mourning heart

the moon’s heart is made of silver

lined with the etchings of the sun bridled dawn

relinquishing the waters of tomorrow’s sorrows

she hears all cries below her

she watches over them all

wandering over the next rise into yesterday’s mourning

stoning hearts

a heart of stone can be worn and weary

the birth of another can turn one’s heart cold

the edges of yesterday’s tears

run down the face

to bare witness to the unknown

what will tomorrow bring?

will we remember this day in years to come?

a heart of stone feels nothing

but the press of the outside world closing in

tomorrow is another day

and one may pray

to have the answers to these questions and more

but be warned

as you have learned before

that the fates

or powers that be

or gods and goddesses

whatever, whoever you need to call them

have a mission all their own

one cannot know the future

by the events that take place today

one can only roll with the punches

hope not to let the world

see the bruises

that lie beneath the layers

of the masks held over you

for sanity is within the eye of the beholder

severed self

they severe me

limb from limb
my sap still runs thick
from the wounds
and yet I stand

they placed fire
within inches from my trunk
which constantly burns bright
and yet I stand

they move metal boxes
spewing forth smoke
as they pass me by
and yet I stand







to see the days
turn into weeks
to see the weeks
turn into months
to see the months
turn into years
to see the years
turn into decades
I will stand
whatever this life
thrusts upon me
I will stand

tree verse

the trees are talking to me again

i ask them: tell me no lies?

they say they do not know what a lie is

and i breathe in a sigh of relief

as the cold wind blows through my hair

and whips around their branches

across crystalline blue skies

i gaze in awe of their beauty

and wonder if everyone saw them

through my eyes would they continue

to chop off their limbs, sever their roots

would they continue to clear the land of them

if they noticed the stories they had to tell

the trees are talking to me again

and i fear i am the only one left

who will listen

my body spins

You would think after all these years I would know that western medicine does not have the answers. For many years I was told by various physicians that many of my health issues were due to my body being overweight and if I lost the weight then the issues would disappear. When this was said I always thought it was a bunch of bullshit and now that I have lost weight I should not be surprise that the issues have not magically disappeared. Mind you, I can definitely move my body around with greater ease, but my bouts of breathlessness, my lower back pain, my knots in my shoulders and my body’s infernally increasing issues on the day to day appear to be increasing rather than decreasing.
Take for example, my vertigo. This little anomaly used to occur only a few days before I was about to start my moon cycle. (I’ve never liked using that phrase, but it’s a little more p.c. than others I can think of right now.) and usually it was due to my lack of remembering to take my multi vitamin. So, I'd take my multi, down some greens powder and have a burger and viola! the issue was resolved :) but this month has proved to be baffling.
My cycle ended last week and this week I am spinning – the increasingly odd thing about this is that I have been taking my multi, I have had more than two servings of beef within a week and i have been drinking more water AND I’ve even decreased my caffeine intake, so, what the hell is up with that?! On top of all of this, I have even been going to a network chiropractor once a month, sometimes every week if my schedule allows! So, once again, since modern medicine does not have the answers I am looking for I am going over to the other side ... am I surprised? No, just confused and a little spinny in the head ;)

mapping life

What would the world look like if we paved around the trees? If the power lines were placed to move around their branches? What would the roads look like on a map if we moved them to follow the lines of boulders, built bridges to cross over rivers and slunk through the paths of a forest of trees? What would the world look like if we made the maps to move with those beings around us, instead of through them?

On this cold November morning, now that the leaves have fallen from the trees, you can see their branches and behold their beauty. The trees are sitting there, naked for all the world to see their scars, the trees are sitting there for all the world to see every limb that has ever been cut, every branch that has ever fallen victim to a storm. All is laid out before your eyes if only you take the time to see the truth that lies among their glory as they reach towards the sky in praise of another day of life.

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a map to your heart is paved in gold

twisting among the branches of time

turning into the rays of the sun

swaying with the breezes of tomorrow

swirling around in the mists of yesterday

While You Were Out

three birds flew overhead
i saw that they were crows
who must've thought i was dead
for before i knew it
they had flown down
to alight on my shoulders
and began whispering their secrets
upon my deadened ears