Vibration


The teacher

Her grey hair thick and spilling

Chanted Om in quiet room

Filling with vibration

The beat of our efforts

Twisting, turning against, Winter’s pinch

She places her wide palm

On my pain

We say nothing

The movement is our language

I see my thin arms

Draw in unknown strength

Holding me up, though I would lapse

I remember being seven

A year since my mother was gone

The door still too heavy to open on my own

Practicing in a room of adults

One lady had a long back and narrow waist

Another, cast her shoulders against

Cold draft of late arrivals

I was relieved to be 

A child

Not yet held to standard, free to swap error 

Watching others

Pile obligations on their shoulders like camels

Bending low to earth

Forgetful of the impulse

To stare into the sun

Lingua

Show your tongue to me

Let me tell you

How you are

Roll up and discover

The underside

Where panther unfurls

Too hot in the sun

We wear our outside smiles

With blisters hidden

Connected in swallow

Board a bus, get out

But the breath will know

Shallow 

Deep

An ease in this hope

There is clear air ahead

Just breathe

Away the false

What cannot be spoken aloud

A sore throat is never 

Just a sore throat

Selfhood

Four and twenty years

The flower in the room

Lain closed

Was no more than dim statue

Vase without rose

Color without sight

Shape losing distinction

And those who sought its open

Knew not the riddle

And so the light that came

Was always mute

Hesitant on ringing cusp

So close to elucidate, yet

What we know .. can simply be words

Spoken without access

As skater will skim surface

Unbeknownst of depth

So our hearts may idle dormant

Through many turning seasons

Held in abayance as treasure is horded

Lost over time to silentio

**

Do not put off finding your source

Though deep it runs beneath the world

Gathering sediment, silt and clay

What shape will we form, when lifted out?

Held to inspection, as writhing newborn

The metal in our veins fastening

This soul of salt 

This fusion of minerals 

Cast against unwanted chessboard

Where all demand a role

How do we learn to wade?

The fridgid waters of other’s demands

Yolking us back to previous destination

When all we strive for is the warrior pose

Striking our way forward in certitude

It is hard to remain resolute

In the eye of other’s storms

To hold on when you are being tossed

Over the edge of plundering vessel

**

Yet

Remember

You were born in motion

Swimming before breath

Breath before word

And they baptized you, based on their own heaviness

And they spooled you out, cast wide into frothy sea

Attempting to repair themselves in their seizure, of your liberty

**

It is not, returning to them, you go

But the highlands

Where only those able to breathe thin air

Can survive 

Among the castaways and forgotten

You found yourself

Knew the piston of your core

For its oiled heart

Ticking over, even as you held your breath

These many years of half won life

**

Watch the glimmering sky dispose day and usher gloves of dark

As mime artist speaks in gestured dance

See the low swoop of heavy headed swallows

Break apart and like gloaming magnet, reassert

Their whole in sight of land, gleaming in shortening pathway

Just beyond marbled horizon, saturated in indigo pulse

Where all you always were, stands waiting

To be claimed, and shone, and worn

In the splendor of selfhood, eager to push forward and meet approaching dawn

Belonging


Though I am tired and these bones are not 

As green and supple

When you take me in your arms

I am both

Weightless and rooted

Looped through you as

Nimbly as young dancer

Soft as ribbon

Deep as water

Flowing 

Your nourishment

My salve

The stars could abscond

And if you were there to comb

Stretching into universe’s surround

Finger by finger

Stroke into stroke

Moving against the other 

As light is extinguished

Gently we fold

Close in sleeping lotus

Each the echo 

Each the sound

Of belonging