Conjured spoken there is when this place is a blaze
The arc of the dancer speaks to the remembering one
With you there is open visibility to the wind
There is no justice if there cant be peace
& there is always peace
The wind it speaks in triangles
Speaks in circles and squares
In the wind there is a presence of dark & the light of Ma
Of war of justice of peace
In the wind there are the particles of life
That make up the particles of breath
Of death of green and blue & spirit & fruit & moon
Of trail & entrails of trials of holocaust & ceremony
Of silence between the silences of noise within the noise
In the Wind there is a presence
An unseen force that unites us to the earth
An unheard force that unites us to the trees
An unforced presence that unites us to the clouds
In the mouth there is the understanding of tongues
A pastoral untangling
In my breath there is the wind that binds us to the sky
That brings us toward the storm
That wraps us in its eye
That levels us to the ground
& makes us beholden
& humbled
& held in its presence
in the wind there is darkness & light
& particles of man and beast and breath and death and justice and joy
The great mystery
Jaya sleeps inside me
My identity becomes a web of cherry blossoms
Sing oh sound oh speculation
Sing oh nights untiring tune
Its when the one without the hop becomes an outsider
The one without the vision is crazy
Its when the one without guidance is no longer a communicator
When the one who hears clear is called blind
Its when those who exist in everything are considered the simple
And those who run far are simply blossoming
Its when then that we know we all know
Its then that we know we must change
We all feel together that the healing has begun
We all feel together that the this can be overcome
We begin to feel what this is all about
This phenomenal this the place that we come from
Jaya still sleeps inside me
There is this box called paradise with one bright star locked deep within it
There is the labyrinthine skyline zigzagged w/lines of entangled sky
There is this dark light this cold burning sunset
All these who wanna be interlaced
All these mornings elaborate within a pound of grey matter
And this yawning spider sings to turn away
In the wind there is a presence a knowledge to deep to be spoken
Magic and even in my dreams clouds that have every reason
We are our reason
It is not the first time dream catcher
You can spend a lifetime in riding the waves
Spend moments here and feel like youre at home
The wind winds thru me picking up pieces of us and joining us to all others
The moon shifts inside me spoken onward and I understand
The wind picks up the moon one too many mornings I fell
Old scra only as the circle
is where the line will be drawn
when with the dusk
we meet the dawn
do fish sing?
connection of bone to flesh
Rejoicing the music
connection of bone to flesh
in the wind there is a presence roots paths owl eyes
tasting and smelling and hearing and seeing
this is talk of equality...as i follow winding you say hello
Mysteries cannot be proven is love truly enough?
Magic is not localized
Language is not singular
Jaya sleeps inside me In the wind
There is a presence sheltered by every human, every someday, every lily or elephant / do fish sing?
Do fish sing?
Connection of bone to flesh
The oldest tree
Laughed when I asked
Shake with it
Sing to it
With it
You are a very old tree
A rain travels through you
Low cold high heat a wind
The effect of the sacred upon the sacred
We are the receivers
Thru us the total is realized & released
We are the channels
We teach each other and ourselves
We learn from all
Remembering jaya sleeps inside me &
I can speak to something other than the moon
The wind in the wind there is a presence
I go blindly into the wind
The sky is blue concrete
We arrive whole bodies into the prism
Embodied within the origin
Turning into mirrors of water
Facing a lavishing sun
Man
Created within the abundance of colors
Though nothing is without color
Like nothingness itself
In glorious gold & silver
We rejoice in the hands
A connection of flesh to bone
He realized he was his body
And that his body carried him
He realized he was his body
And his body was carried by him
These are created
By the candles in the dark
When the colors show on
a passing afternoon
Freedom jaya sleeps inside me
I plunge into myself and awaken heaven
I dare to believe
light LIGHT
As I am
I am light
We arrive in the light whole bodies
Angels arrive by the river
A river of angels arrive
Light I will always be light
As for in the wind there is a presence
Sleeping soundly inside me
As we all dream of this light
I dream amongst the blues & pinks the earth-encrusted browns & pale yellows
I live in light every day
There is never an absence of light
Never an absence of darkness either
Do not be misled by the moon
Do not be misled by your reflection
Who do you see in the mirror?
Who do you greet today?
Color is a glass eye an eye in a glass in a wooden box a black box with a star in it
Color is tea for two a universal magic an apple as it ripens
An incandescent voyeur a decadent drunk
A gentleman a woman of circumstance a space between the bars
The seasons blending into each other
In the wind there is a presence
A spectrum
A soul
Where sand turns to glass
A color that sings of its birthright
As the connection of truth or question