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New Wonder from 1924

the holy bender of strings the one who makes the wood cry out shot an arrow into my door a cryptic message of longing and desire not burning until it landed then, like a broken promise it was gone ~ a secret meeting in a doorway ’twas to be brief, but then, we could not…


To Feed the Grass

I am the voice of water I wash all things clean I speak with the mouth of storm I am the rain that you pray for you can poison me and I will purify myself you are pissing in your own bed I will leave you and flow to the lower places to survive this…


Music ~ Water from the Artesian Well of the Heart

A well not dug by human hands. A well dreamed; a well created by longing. From Wikipedia: “If water reaches the ground surface under the natural pressure of the aquifer, the well is called a flowing artesian well.” For me, and for some people I know, playing music is exactly this. There is an opening…


Background Music

The music that is coming from the ground in the back. My back? The back yard? The back 40? What is behind us. Our ancestral music. The music of where we have come from. There is no such thing as “Background Music”, unless we redefine it in this way. The old way of saying this…


Walk the Long Road

walk the long road but run if you can long ago the seeds were sewn this tiny fire we will fan standing rock will stand for you it’s the only place to stand if your heart is true wherever you are if you hear me then stand up right now because you are not free…


Giant of Darkness

Bringing in the last of the wood for the season, these trunks are dragons that will breathe their fire into our home forge to slowly anneal us through the cold winter months. While cutting and pulling these logs in, I was writing a song about a leader with no leadership, such a shameful time (among…


homeless

Late at night, the pounding of my heart. I am in a comfortable room with things I love all around me, yet I am alone. The coyotes sing out there high wailing grief, even they hate to kill. Which one of us is homeless? Don’t answer. We both know the truth.


The Wild Creative and The Tradition Bearer

These twins, who were separated at birth, have now been reunited and have begun their asymmetrical dance. One I know well, through earthly vibrations he sought a spiritual map and found one, or found many that led to the same destination. Unbeknownst to him until recently, he was reading the auric fields of the subjects…


A New Home, a Placeholder, a Map of sorts, to find your way.

This is where it begins. These things I have been following, or more likely what has been following (or walking beside) me. Here there will be music: the playing, the teaching, the wondering, the wandering, the marriage of past and present, and the bringing into the light things hidden for a long time. Here there…