thoughts in hand
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Three Sisters
a tribe of Goblins
born from lovers Rain and Wind
consum’d by Silence
Time
from fertile Emptiness and Nowhere
springs forth Fire’s umbilical cord
and the joyful cries
of a fascinating Jewel
compos’d of
More than Everything
Pu
Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia
(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia. Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy. Peace, everyone.)
shades
be there mystery
behind curtains of dark glass?
I see all of You
endanger’d species
th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours
Giiwas
love’s rejection
shaman sacrifices
seeds of war—
when spirit of Sky
drown’d the fires
of Underworld’s god—
that Mazama might hatch
from its mountain cocoon
and be reborn into purity—
into Crater Lake
loujen haxm'Yor 