see the dust kick up as he stomps the rocks?
like some titan. some tidal wave shaking creation from clay
look at him walking barefoot up the mountain
look at the cactus crushed beneath his feet
the broken fangs of rattlesnakes
scorpions flee from him
the coyotes yip and cajole with intrepid laughter for some child of long forgotten kings has returned
and all the blessings of sweet Gaia walk with him
in the morning
sweet songbirds sing of his waking
young prince! young prince! rise and shine! such bliss! such love! such sweet wonders await you!
in the evening time
spiders weave secret tidings at his coming.
owls hoot and coo and make small tempests of fury and feathers
stirring, stirring, stirring
sending stark swooshing spirals in soliloquy sounds saying:
awake creatures of the night!
something wishful this way comes.
what child is this who has come to adore these woods?
how lucky am I? to be here in the audience of such a making?
behold, my people
there are gods among us
yet here, in this flesh?
Do remiss and say “I am just another child of chaos”
of course we are are
but we are also dust and stars and earth and heaven and all the stuff of angels
so lay your burdens down and sing: content to dream, to lay by the river in this baking sunlight.
bask with me.
let our kind sun helios warm our skin
see how steadfast he is?
look he burns and burns and burns
shining so brightly with his life giving radiance
so let us too invite these other hosts
let the wind blow
let the rain fall
let the forest sing
let the storms come
let the desert be dry
let the mountains tower in their infinite wisdom
a drop of my blood for each
for I am here with the river, in the audience of apollo and artemis
for I am here, and I am free to be wild
for am here, and here is where I am happiest
let me speak to you on good apollo.
I heard you love horses.
have you seen his mighty steed, the sire of Bucephalus?
behold. Apollo and his flaming chariot of horses
legs furiously pumping
I hear his voice like lightning and thunder as he BELLOWS in sunrah ecstasy
LOVERS! HERE COMES THE SUN
STIR FROM YOUR DREAMS
AND PREPARE YOUR LIPS FOR THE SWEET KISS OF DAWN
and from that moment all beasts bring forth their own light
for the great and wild Apollo has ushered in another day with fair tidings
tendrils of light sneak into all the shadows and hiding places
don’t you hear their whispers?
can you feel these tickles on your ears?
wake from your sleep, oh dreamers.
the sun god beckons you to rise.
And unto you, oh, Artemis, fair huntress and queen of moontide and spring. Teach me to see what you see.
Let your favor adorn me in cypress. for I’ve been walking barefoot through the forests and leaving sweet lavender in the secret places of trees.
they call me.
child. lay down with your wretched pain and wailing, remember these waters will always comfort you.
come be washed, come be purified, come be cleaned.
it’s time to put these bottles down and quench your thirst with a fire more fitting.
abandon these aggressions.
Bring your strength into stillness.
like vetiver and turquoise
like citrine and cedar
like a forest flowers
like a gateway to gardens of endless grace
bloom and blossom,
bloom, and blossom
Like Sage and sweetgrass,
Like cinnamon and sunflower
light a fire.
Let your flames burn bright, but keep their forces stoking for something that serves your stallion spirit. Don’t let pain and madness hold you, only sculpt this container for your joy and praise. Don’t you see the way the leaves dance at their leaving? Can’t you too cover the ground with past seasons that you might nurture your roots and be shelter for the forest? Then, when comes your time of flowering, let your fruits spring forth and feed all the beauty that surrounds you with that true foxfire that burns in your veins.
sing something sweet my darling dreamers, let your world of wonders unfold.
for even the songbirds long for your echoes
and nothing, my young love, will ever hold your quite as deeply as the power of these woods, these trees, these running waters.
there are rocks that press their ancient stillness into my back
as I stride and hop from boulder to boulder
taking pause to bask in the that canopy green, to follow those noncommittal dancers of light as they kiss the stream and I too believe.
if only my light could spill out like the sun then maybe I too could dance on these gentle waters
as my eyes are blinded by those secret and indescribable colors that come from the reflecting sun
maybe we’ve been dancing all along
for salvation and song
we’ve been dancing