Gymniad VII

Living in my skin,
this 75-year-old skin,
brings me closer to life
and its mysteries.
Have their been
other skins?
Will I begin
again?
To what am I kin,
if not the ocean,
and the stars?

Guaraní Ghosts

Guaraní ghosts chant
through the night,
singing the sun up
and bringing us light.

We live by their leave,
and they by ours,
in a tangled web
of ancient dreams.

The Magical Realism of Sister Dorothy

I lost my life
to a yellow knife,
I lost my heart
to a poison dart.
I found my soul
in an antique bowl.
I grew and grew
'til I became you.
No life is more wild
than that of a child.
We are alone,
but we are  one.

I Have Searched for You

I have searched for you
all my life,
in ancient texts
and forgotten languages,
but you were here
all the time.
Nagna says: The goddess
is all-pervading.

--Nagna Devidas (Donald Traxler)

मैंने आपके लिए खोज की है
मेरी पूरी जिंदगी,
प्राचीन ग्रंथों में
और भूल भाषाएं,
लेकिन आप यहां थे
पुरे समय।
नग्न कहते हैं: देवी है
सभी सर्वव्यापी।

A Conjunction of Benefics

Will it be enough,
this balm of benefics,
to heal the hurt
of a world torn apart
by greed?
Will those most in need
lead?
Will its angularity
bring solidarity?
Or will Venus
and Jupiter
cover their eyes
as they cross
in the night?

It Is to You

It is to you, my sister,
that I bow every day.
My brothers and I
have much to atone for.
We shall spare you our words,
and pray with our actions,
and spend our days in listening,
and in giving thanks.

Ocean as Text

With the ocean as text,
and the sun as religion,
faith morphs to certainty,
and wisdom is at hand.

This book pre-dates the rest,
its pages constantly turning,
it has spawned all others,
birthing life in myriad forms.

For ritual we have the sun,
our compass and our guide,
leading us through the elements,
around the wheel of the year.

Our chant is breath,
our hymn is life,
and we are the idols
to which we bow.

Our temple is a world,
our commandment love,
our history is genetic,
our time is now.

Our time is now,
our time is now.