Little Bitty Pretty One
(read while playing Thurston Harris song)
Outside known space
Separate
Did our eyes say
Something very old
Dead to us
Alive too
It just doesn’t jive
Floating in
Dynamic stillness
Only natural
Flow
like this,
Like This
LIKE THIS
Bats, chickens, pangolins, cats, dogs
Any bloody thing
Caged, crammed in
Murdered on demand
for
meat
Meat
MEAT
By animals living
Ecosystems of death
Free now
Flowing to new space
Creating relationship
Someday coming to
Stillness- death and change
Plucky little one
May you teach us
In royal style
A Hidden Life
In every land
In every person
There is a still place
Of quiet knowing
Where our machines
Have not yet come
Imagine-a valley, a dale
Alive
Plants, animals, insects
Are
Humbly living together
In harmony
Sunset, death day
Dust motes float
Lazily spinning
Flashing light, now dark
Waiting in still air
Dusk’s veil spreads
Slowly, silently
Can you see it?
Feel it?
Ahead of the dark tide
Subtle light flickers
Moving from leaf to leaf
Tree to tree
Light dances, plays
In her wave
Gliding, enlivening, beauty
Caressing delicate
Life
Wind out for an
Evening ramble
Weaves with light
Desiring together
Crossing dark mirror loche
All woven
Sparkling, faceted interconnection
Wind whispers to light
Enough?
Surprising wind
Light dives down
Deep, timeless waiting
Otherness arises
Bubbles
Oh, delightful
Wind sighs
Untitled
Being-Open
What if I become the dog in my dream?
What if I become the Otherness?
The Other Open-Being
Bowing
Do I bow my head?
Or look in to the light
Do I gaze at the sun’s eye brow?
Or melt in prayer
Do I go out dancing with the wind?
Or glisten and reflect
Between us is a field
Where our voices are heard
Raised up in joy
In stillness
A Needle Just Won’t Do
Life, Real Life, got caught up
Our techno-Gordian knot
Squeezed ever tighter
Within complexity
Threads of soul
Love, and beauty and truth
Choking to death
One person says
I hope things will be better in the future
Another says
I remember the past, it will solve the present
Our egos say technology will save us
Bring on the machines
I sense my soul there
I love 🙂 my phone
We cheer not knowing why
But we hope it’s the right thing to do
Because we did it in the past
My phone app said do it
So I did! Selfie!
God rolls on
Looking for a remembrance
Of the beginning
Wondering how
Mirroring got so
Screwed Up
And so one day
Something new arrived
Humming a sly tune
Owls heard and reflected
The Great Unraveler
