meatsuit mudbody

meatsuit mudbody

holy earthanchor

i bow within you

we kneel and rise togther

stretch for the heavens and the dirt

my mind wanting to jump out

fiz z l e a w a y

slowly return to the cosmos.

my mind forgets it’s part of the body

the way spirit takes form in the brain

it forgot , i

the mind

shape of consciousness

tethered, jumping

bounds outside of itself

it thinks

forgetting still,

the spirit is the wings on which it rides.

my mind was not made to remember

for that we have beloved meatbodies

electrical sensorium of wonder

to discover and re-member

towards completely

for which, when we’re ready

we don’t need these perfect mudbodies

to find our way back

to the stars

how does one greet a flower?

how do you greet a flower,
if not with a picture?

(little suns everywhere)

they’re so vicious 
in their magnificence

(drinking, crooning at the star)

sly coy dormant, then
just there

              utterly     escapable

(i once thot all my plants were unhealthy
when not in bloom)

no surprise
my proud beauty, rude excellence
demanding to burn hot

    f  e  r  v  e  n  t  l  y

(a sun i kno myself to be)

till death takes me.
before dormancy

or so i thot, till i re-rose
like a blossom . . .

2 weeks?   that’s all i get?
of this life.. of this year.?

(i wilt like a flower when i want
to burn like the sun)

what suits this blessed impermanence?

(the sun is coming the water is scarce, 
i worry)

how do you greet a flower, if not 
with a picture?

(there’s something of myself that you 
must teach me.)

shall i bring you a drip of life?
sweet nectar for your synthesis?

i could smell you, 
with all the breath in my lungs
till i forget my head and it blows away

how do i greet you, flowers?

shall i whisper to you 
sweet secrets of speech?
shall i beam at you with my heart,
share an earth touch with my feet?

how does one really greet flowers?

move the air ecstatically around you 
with undulations of my stems?
or mimic your colors
with all the petals i pull towards my leaves

how do we really flowers greet?

shall we sway beneath the sky as one
to the orchestration of the wind?
shall we host life at our feet
while quietly creating?

show me, 
how does a flower
be.

shall we shine, openly inviting
to drink of life and celebrate?

shall we feed the earth with our beauty?
touch our spirits to the creatures?
return our bodies when we’re ready.

show me how to be a flower,
instead of trying to be the sun.

(a flower is the stardust 
that knows how to be earth)

if i could learn to greet them
then i might learn to be One.