02122021
Poem: The River
THE RIVER
“The blood glows like fire:
bathe in its light, the heat,
the pulsing generations of patterned time.
The genhos burns like a blossom,
time turns, the tidal flow of memory,
the wash of waves of debirth and rebirth,
the fractal reiterations of primordial Being.
Our love is holy fire, the hot pulse of time,
flaming blood rushing to and fro,
a cyclical dance of regenerating forms.
“The unself lights with kindred longing,
an ocher baptism of blood and fire,
like with like, kind with kind,
the entropic unfolding of
a thousand thousand lifetimes.
Ancient ones, brittle with age,
come alive again in the heat:
ancestors, fathers, mothers,
unnamed millions unfolding the way,
home into the deep.
Our love, our love, our love,
our love is a fury from below,
from the bones of the Earth,
a river of singing blood,
it sings, sings, sings,
and bids the world to dance with it.
“Turn, turn, turn.
Chilly wheels of starlight
Heave above us in silence.
But we, we, we,
flow below as living fire,
the cry of a thousand voices,
the drama of so many little lives.
Our hunger is the hunger of every wolf,
that has ever craved the slick of blood
over white and shining teeth.
Our thirst is the lowing of cattle,
the vast sunwarmed heat of flowing herds,
a river of living love and power
returning to the water to drink.
Drink, drink, drink, my children.
Our love is the licking of afterbirth,
from the scalp of newborn life.
Our life is the shaking limbs and fledgling wings,
fresh with raw and naked vigor.
Our power is the power in every rending talon,
every crushing jaw, every flying spear,
every charge of muscle and sinew.
“Dance with us and dance forever:
death is an illusion,
a pivot in the step,
a secret re-turning,
in the ritual unselving of Being.
Every voice is an echo,
every echo a voice.
Look to your brothers and sisters,
look to your many kinds of kin,
the reborn billions of our bloodline,
the beating of so many hearts,
the yearning of so much blood,
immortal and free.”