Evening of Alchemy
Evening of Alchemy
(Fire in My Belly, Fire in the Sky)
1
Righteous anger ricochets between my bones and glances off my organs,
sullied in their dark misperception of valor.
My stunted claim of “an eye for an eye”, “a tooth for a tooth” is feeble,
clamped in my fist and raised high in decency’s hand.
2
I helplessly watch the laser strikes, too hot and straight to be natural,
carving fire in fields and cities across the lands.
Shielded hands are doing battle at the controls, like the Wizard of Oz,
shrouded in superstition, miming brazen gall.
3
This fire that rains from our skies is not the first Star Wars to light the heavens,
not here nor elsewhere. It’s a very old story.
So what do we do about it? How do we bring water to the table?
Manmade droughts wring water out, looking through that lens.
4
In one lucid dream, much after the movie Avatar, from a distance
I’m watching a curling wonder of inky smoke.
Great guns are hammering the shuddering Earth around the linear clock.
And yet I stand, transfixed and tranquil, not askance.
6
Still, anger walks me up the hill and beyond, over and over again.
Butterfly wings over the crest, just out of range,
fragile, perfect and real. Though unseen, they are really not made out of dreams.
I am so weary that I sleep awake by then.
7
Look! Fires in the here and now of my marrow are on both sides of the hill!
I see there is no design more paisley written
than what I create by my own hand. Wherever I am, I am that!
It’s all here in my heart, in my back, in my will.
8
That is why I am here to welcome the Alchemy of Evening.
It is another way to know what’s really here,
in both the spider’s web and much away, an etheric fly on the wall.
Co-create new web with what the light is bringing!
9
How do critters alchemize these Wizard’s laser fires and unbidden rays?
Dig deeper. Take cover. Refresh in the Starlight.
Fire makes fire, but the sun strokes the Earth in the rhythm of life-giving waves.
And so it is evermore again all our days.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
(Fire in My Belly, Fire in the Sky)
1
Righteous anger ricochets between my bones and glances off my organs,
sullied in their dark misperception of valor.
My stunted claim of “an eye for an eye”, “a tooth for a tooth” is feeble,
clamped in my fist and raised high in decency’s hand.
2
I helplessly watch the laser strikes, too hot and straight to be natural,
carving fire in fields and cities across the lands.
Shielded hands are doing battle at the controls, like the Wizard of Oz,
shrouded in superstition, miming brazen gall.
3
This fire that rains from our skies is not the first Star Wars to light the heavens,
not here nor elsewhere. It’s a very old story.
So what do we do about it? How do we bring water to the table?
Manmade droughts wring water out, looking through that lens.
4
In one lucid dream, much after the movie Avatar, from a distance
I’m watching a curling wonder of inky smoke.
Great guns are hammering the shuddering Earth around the linear clock.
And yet I stand, transfixed and tranquil, not askance.
6
Still, anger walks me up the hill and beyond, over and over again.
Butterfly wings over the crest, just out of range,
fragile, perfect and real. Though unseen, they are really not made out of dreams.
I am so weary that I sleep awake by then.
7
Look! Fires in the here and now of my marrow are on both sides of the hill!
I see there is no design more paisley written
than what I create by my own hand. Wherever I am, I am that!
It’s all here in my heart, in my back, in my will.
8
That is why I am here to welcome the Alchemy of Evening.
It is another way to know what’s really here,
in both the spider’s web and much away, an etheric fly on the wall.
Co-create new web with what the light is bringing!
9
How do critters alchemize these Wizard’s laser fires and unbidden rays?
Dig deeper. Take cover. Refresh in the Starlight.
Fire makes fire, but the sun strokes the Earth in the rhythm of life-giving waves.
And so it is evermore again all our days.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
Hollow Earth
Hollow Earth, Move Over
1
We do not know what we don’t know, Surface world commanding.
Distracted well to miss the mark, excluded without standing.
2
Hollow Earth, now teems with beings, competing each for place.
Deepest tech so overreaching, but shallow in its race.
3
Do you remember, member how, we used to ride on ships?
They fractaled, fractaled everywhere, Vimanas descending.
4
Too late now to keep us surface, portals winking open.
Gaia’s heart beats steady through us, no missing threads are woven.
5
Our Hearts are made to string across all tangled webs in caves,
Tunnels, cages, darkened stuff, by Nature’s Light, they’re saved.
6
Do you remember, member how, we used to ride our ships?
We fractaled, fractaled everywhere, Avatars asccending.
7
Feel into stones and rocks and sticks, atoms parting gladly.
It’s like old days in Hollow Earth, Etheric left so sadly.
8
Can you now feel how light we are, energy upwelling!
Race to the mirror, how bright there! Eternity is telling.
9
We’ve always known to wake up now, Surface world retreating.
Impossible to miss the mark, inside our yawning Being.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
Inspired by things Galactic Historian Andrew Bartzis has said
1
We do not know what we don’t know, Surface world commanding.
Distracted well to miss the mark, excluded without standing.
2
Hollow Earth, now teems with beings, competing each for place.
Deepest tech so overreaching, but shallow in its race.
3
Do you remember, member how, we used to ride on ships?
They fractaled, fractaled everywhere, Vimanas descending.
4
Too late now to keep us surface, portals winking open.
Gaia’s heart beats steady through us, no missing threads are woven.
5
Our Hearts are made to string across all tangled webs in caves,
Tunnels, cages, darkened stuff, by Nature’s Light, they’re saved.
6
Do you remember, member how, we used to ride our ships?
We fractaled, fractaled everywhere, Avatars asccending.
7
Feel into stones and rocks and sticks, atoms parting gladly.
It’s like old days in Hollow Earth, Etheric left so sadly.
8
Can you now feel how light we are, energy upwelling!
Race to the mirror, how bright there! Eternity is telling.
9
We’ve always known to wake up now, Surface world retreating.
Impossible to miss the mark, inside our yawning Being.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
Inspired by things Galactic Historian Andrew Bartzis has said
A Message to the Departing Powers
Message to the Departing Powers
1
One by one, the human fields you have tilled for millennia lie fallow, exhausted and ready for the incoming galactic rains.
2
In desperation you whisper conflict and war into Syria and other places, to try to stop the budding petals in our planet’s gardens.
3
You have had to carnage your own to maintain your footing, and still it is not enough to continue to write out our future.
4
As spaceship Earth hurtles into the Galactic Plane you are erased as a memory. Misfiring and irrelevant, you fall away.
5
We move into the Eighth Color of Love, taking the Red Pill of Wisdom. And our hands lift off of all misperceived entanglements.
6
But not all at once. Yes, I still vote and live a life in this realm of subliminal belief. I still carry a bag with my wounded DNA.
7
But the Universe trumpets amnesty, echoed through our Galaxy and own planets. For there is a right place and time for unknowing.
8
It’s just not here or now. It’s Nevermore on our surface world which has played out all paradoxes to the closing credits.
9
You are stuck in the mud of your own making, where light is but a dim memory and your potential delayed in that false night.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
Again, many thanks to Andrew Bartzis for the inspiration
Message to the Departing Powers
1
One by one, the human fields you have tilled for millennia lie fallow, exhausted and ready for the incoming galactic rains.
2
In desperation you whisper conflict and war into Syria and other places, to try to stop the budding petals in our planet’s gardens.
3
You have had to carnage your own to maintain your footing, and still it is not enough to continue to write out our future.
4
As spaceship Earth hurtles into the Galactic Plane you are erased as a memory. Misfiring and irrelevant, you fall away.
5
We move into the Eighth Color of Love, taking the Red Pill of Wisdom. And our hands lift off of all misperceived entanglements.
6
But not all at once. Yes, I still vote and live a life in this realm of subliminal belief. I still carry a bag with my wounded DNA.
7
But the Universe trumpets amnesty, echoed through our Galaxy and own planets. For there is a right place and time for unknowing.
8
It’s just not here or now. It’s Nevermore on our surface world which has played out all paradoxes to the closing credits.
9
You are stuck in the mud of your own making, where light is but a dim memory and your potential delayed in that false night.
Astara, Sedona, 2020
Again, many thanks to Andrew Bartzis for the inspiration
Who I Am
Who Am I? Oh! I Am!
1
“I Am” is how we move about – below, above, between!
2
Not all is light. Not all is dark. There’s more that is unseen.
3
Do you recall the endless wars? Space-Time holes and hideouts?
4
Don’t judge a book by how it looks, pages furling out.
5
It takes some time to trace tattoos, patterns sorely written.
6
Stand on shoulders, ancient, strong. Future if you Listen.
7
So pack your bags to leave first Light, but notice when you start.
8
Don’t go left. Don’t go right. Fractal break apart!
9
Inside out and upside down, “I Am” and so thou art!
Astara, Sedona, 2020
1
“I Am” is how we move about – below, above, between!
2
Not all is light. Not all is dark. There’s more that is unseen.
3
Do you recall the endless wars? Space-Time holes and hideouts?
4
Don’t judge a book by how it looks, pages furling out.
5
It takes some time to trace tattoos, patterns sorely written.
6
Stand on shoulders, ancient, strong. Future if you Listen.
7
So pack your bags to leave first Light, but notice when you start.
8
Don’t go left. Don’t go right. Fractal break apart!
9
Inside out and upside down, “I Am” and so thou art!
Astara, Sedona, 2020