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This is a Galactic Security Announcement
There has been a breach in space-time sector Earth 2-0-2-0
The petrochemical cleverness of our previous fatal flooring and concrete constructions
Has caused an unforeseen split in the technosphere
And an unarmed intrusion from the foundational field of peachy peace.
Some believe the resulting global detoxification
Has produced an intercontinental migraine se moer
But in fact it is widening the wily wise cracks in the slapdash pebbledash balderdash of
Decorated generals and plastered presidents.
Let us not beat about the bushy biosphere, beloveds
The razorwire briars round our century-sleeping castles have been ripped out
Lately the egos have been falling from the titanium-tipped towers
In transparently trashy tempests
Now the bull-headed barriers and the iron-clad six-packs in our primal brains that
Bravely kept out the terrifying blaze of Love’s Light are slipping aside
In rhythm with the rising of the magma in Her majestic mantle
We may have stumbled on this epic journey from head to home
We may have carefully drowned ourselves in a cacophony of phony comfort-zone cynicism
But while we thought we were building strict straight solid walls
The Goddess has been cutely corrupting us with curvy-dreaming circles
In each ravishing starburst ripple of her roguishly slinky rivers
Angelic orchestras have been hiding in our long-forgotten belly-pits
And as their symphonies unveil our shimmering secrets the easily-parting curtains reveal this:
Our ever-spiralling multicoloured planetary theatre
This year, the pungent organic architecture of the ripening rainforests
Trembling in our blissfully burnished bodies
Will savour the soaring sap within our softening shamanic souls
The fruity furnaces in our hearts will awaken the
Wild centipede jungle-jiggles of our inner pretty critters
We will caress the landscape with many drumbeat footsteps and make love to the mountains
With every mysterious mythical movement of our divinity-drenched beings
We will prayerfully plunge into the ferociously fermented oceans of each others’ eyes
To the pulsing tectonic melodies flowing from Her magnetic liquid core
We will feast on electric embraces with every gift of oxygen we humbly inhale and our
Sensually quantum dances will cause lightning strikes in the stratospheres of distant solar systems
We will raise potent playful pyramids with our deliciously connecting fingertips
We will conjure-craft palaces of inspiring integrity that hum with finely tuned courageous wonder
So let us know in every sinew of every spirit here lies the bluesy blueprint
Of this blessèd future that already is
As we magical sun-filled miracles finally kiss our funkiest incarnations
And authentically gratefully joyfully cosmically embody the beauty for which, right now
We are being reborn.
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Ode to Chocolate
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In some fabulous jungle wizard’s lab there stands a thick and ancient tree
Where liquid chocolate is tapped by the gallon
Every gathering is greeted by a satisfied low moan
As the forest’s spirit-maiden delivers her sensuous gift of sweet acceptance
In some high cave a melancholy monk breathes air
As fresh as children’s kisses
He hums mantras to lull the deep-brown bees to sleep
And raids their hives for chocolate-combs that drip silky stalagmites
On some island boys bring giant pearls to shore
And once in a blue moon there’s a malted brown one
Born from the mating dance twixt mermaids and forgotten chocolate ocean gods
Whose staple food is ambrosia from the depths
Some distant star twirls in a lightning-charged embrace of her own power and love
And as she sings her velvet delight
Mighty molecules mould themselves into molten chocolate meteors
Showering the lucky ones with mouth-revealed memorials
To her light-year ecstasies
And we who follow the chocolate trail with our tongues to the satin core of yum
Find our magical imaginations rising to higher vibrations of anticipation
With every devilishly luscious lick…
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we surrender to the field of toe-trance tripping
in a soil built from fossilised ecstasies
till a solitary storm unwraps our minds
and coats our skin in fairy-dew from the future
we soak in a succulent infusion, fusing our thickening love-strings
breathing in illumination in our veins
gifted to us in gratitude from our children’s children’s children
we are the warriors of the spirit
we are the hairs on the wings of the butterfly planet
and as our global gold-plated molecules warm and hum in resonance
we burn in honour of the first tribe
we rise in sculptural salutes to the desert slate-shores of the soul
we kiss the crimson flowing in our bushy core
we mould our movements, awake to our chosen totem-beasts
and beating the rhythm of our broken-open shameless hearts
and we know that this now is the reward for our race
this is the bat-winged edge of the beauty we’re dreaming
this is the cat-cream crystal sky-smile bringing pillow-songs
on the ocean of the ancients and the forest floor of those to come
this is where you and me meet not through electronic toys
but through electric eyes and
this is where we see that
we are foolish shamans becoming love
and the earth, she is rejoicing with us
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Captain! I can spy the shore! Perhaps you’ve seen this one before
An iceberg is approaching fast, the fiddles play, we’ll never last
We’ve been skating on scurvy seas, tempest-trembling at the knees
Mariners marinading our brains while praying for the 40 days of rain
Politely paddling like damp squids at the fringes of the bay
Longing for heart-green pillow-lands to loom and end
The foggy confusion of this mutually agreed illusion
The time has come to escape the mainstream’s rip tides
Sucking us unconscious once more
Time to throw out the deadweight headline anchormen and instead call
All hands on deck of our mothership, all feet on her shivering timbers
All hips trusting the shaking vibration of our newly birthing nations
Feasting on evolutionary vegetation in an aura-orgy of flora and fauna-cation
Navigating with our bold belly barometers into a lightning-strike future made from
Steampunk shipwrecks with elegant intelligence by we permacultured pirates
Heroic electromagnetic generators of tidal-tiger juiciness
Creating the sauces of currents and coastlines as we cascade effortlessly
Over the edge of everything
Curling our mushed egos into the feline forms of freshly minted mind stew
Where we meet the ecstasy in the centre of the hourglass
And conjure up an aeon-turning epic adventure, a luscious lathered lullaby
Transforming the gestures of His story with the cyclical ripples in the nipples of Ms story
Yes, the goddess is erupting from our dreamtime journeying
Urging us to explore the sweet starry entanglement of the dark and salty whirlpool depths
She sings the majestic melodies of the ancestral spiral shells humming in our skeletons
She builds the syncopated sensuality in our embodied dancing dolphin breath
She chants the soft and floozy truth that twilight-tingles on our tastebuds
And opens the doors to our all-perceiving pores
She is the still stallion cresting our heartbeat waves
That crash with crazily intentional intensity
Awakening the rivers that recharge our ocean potency
She is the raw and weedy core, the charming churning in your eyes
The whiff of magic on the wind, the scent of angels swelling the moon
The promise of interplanetary community on a mutual quest for self-mastery
For which she holds both lock and key through recognition of telepathic synchronicity
She is of course both you and me
And so this year let’s spin the celebratory sequel of this never-ending tale
And sense it floating in this sacred moment
For that long-awaited trip to a new world is but a spirit-stroke of an oar away
If we wild-hearted ones choose to pull together
As those of us who pause to touch the silence right now will surely know
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Oh dear. We’ve uncorked the entrance to that “Drink Me” tunnel of love once more
And who can tell what tasty trance-formative toe-tingling turtle-mockery lies in store
In this marvellously luscious mushy room at the end of the eighth square
Lulled into lunacy while the many, many queens and tarts here present and incorrect yell
“Off with your ego!” – cutlass-card sharp in this right royal land of looking-glass classy dance
Take a step, take a chance, proceed to Go! and collect two hundred kisses –
but know you have no monopoly
Fear not the shabby Jabberwock, my son,
he’s just that trickster tricker hookah-smoker caterpillar in disguise
and he’ll soon fade into warm hilarity
like the creamy feline smiles we feel pulsating from
somewhere below our burrow, somewhere breathing through our muscular marrow
to the bone china of this, our magnificent electric and magnetised, human tea set
For Hey! Presto or perhaps Hey! Allegro
Is a fairy-circle forming magical speed at which to spiral in synchrony
with waistcoated rabbits and dassie and dormouse dreams
as we form flaming flamingo-winged croquet sculptures on the lawn
and realise once more that life is truly a hairy marching wonderland
whenever we remember that we are still innocent enough to eat a thing that’s saying “Eat Me!”
whenever we remember that we are still innocent enough
to take all the cosmic expansion that follows in our stride
for the cycling of breath is the source of all our sauciness
So while we are still young and frolicsome, let us pour a little more playful potion
Stirring us into the kind of creative cauldron the planet loves to party with
A little lubrication for heart-communication, a little more trust in the joy that is us
Dear friends, this story, we know, has a happy ending,
for as we awaken to our truth with underlying alchemical algebraic integration
this wonder-full dreaming never stops unfolding
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Traffic Update
06:46
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We interrupt this life to bring you an update as it’s apparently all clear again on all major highways
After multiple snarl-ups over the past few months
In this juggernautical astronaughty solar journey there’s been a lurching and a loosening
Of the wheels we call society
It’s time to find a little luminous headlight humility and learn
To change the tired tyres we call the capital economy
And admit a patriarchal piston-pounding’s caused us hangovers of note
And exercise more than the minimalist yoga of our so-called democratic vote
And in case you haven’t yet caught the high-speed low-tech joke
We are the next generation self-drive vehicle miracles of the gods
Although, yeah, we’ve wandered lonely in a cloud of tweeters picking electronic petals
(“She follows me, he follows me not”) - across tarmac tarnished with infantile pothole politics
Immature joyriders racing in the disempowered lane & firing off turbocharged toxic speech capsules
So let’s change our gears
Feel the sacred seeds in the ipods falling from the i-maginary i-trees in our fertile souls
Remember the soft crooning of those ancient analog tractors
Spinning shellac 78s through the thickly mulched fields of our peripheral visions
And gather our hitch-hiking spirit guides from the unseen slipstreams
Yes, we are the heart-based artistic intelligence of the fourth industrially-spiritual age
Beyond the rock teachers and plant teachers and eternally orgasmic bonobos boogying in our bones
All we have to do is figure out how to turn our ignition on
And by the way with all this genius circuitry there’s never just one switch
But the beautiful binary code of breath is one of the keys of this Gaia-based game
So let’s gratefully absorb the air into our microbial meadows buzzing with internal symphonies
Brazenly baring the brassy basslines of our sultry sousaphone semibreves
As we engage our natural horsepower antpower sealpower lionpower eaglepower angelpower
Give up being fast and furious and become firmly flirtatious with everything
This is not an A to B perpetual motion machine trip
It cascades in gushing spirals of mutual curiosity through mischievous eruptions of richly reforested canopies
Watered by luscious thunderstorms of divinely-programmed kisses
We will unlock the reboot of inspiration in our yearning goddess engines
And fingertip-forge technologies of true liberation
As our magical mouse moves decode the quantum epiphanies encrypted in our sunflower-sprouting skin
Our trembling calves will plant dragon-seeds and dreamscapes
As we screech the banshee ballads of our wildly warm wolf-hearts
And honk our kudu horns to accompany the peace-brewing mantras of sunrise doves and sunset bugs
We will daisy-chain dance the soaring stories of our sensual descendants
Rising from that molten choral core of mountain-moulding melodies
And drip with the somatic sweetness of our mindfully ecstatic embraces
And taste the salty softening truths in each other’s eyes and hips
And hear the laughter of the oceans rippling juicily over our lips
And vibrate with the cosmic echoes of our evolving biological harmonies
The echoes of our edge-born secret desires mingling with our collective moving prayers
The echoes of the eternal applause for our gorgeous forthcoming performances
The infinitely epic echoes of our extraordinarily sassy source-connected sorcery
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There was a girl who craved a hug and found a fist
There was a man who gave up gold for knots on ships
There was a baby crying while his mother passed away
There was a hunger filled with songs of a desert guitar
When we sink into our skins we find the ancestors there
When we turn and face the candle’s softening wax
When we ride the wild sea-horses of the past
Mermaid’s purses filled with memory grains so fast
There was a lady who loved dancing as a girl
There was a woman who told children life was more than factory smoke
There was a soldier who wrote poems to the wind before the fire
There was a man who used to smell the flowers in the field
When we melt into our dreams we find our stories there
When we turn and face the spirits in the wind
When we fly so far and true to albatross-webbed skies
Feathered dresses drifting down on eddies of disguise
Let us thank them for they tried
Let us find the flow inside
Let us rest their weary souls in peace
And feel their tears of joy upon our face
At witnessing our smiles of release
In my legs there is a marcher against fear
In my lips there rolls a sweet sweet mango rich in juice
In my lungs there rings a simple sermon clear
In my eyes there is a worshipped god shaking loose
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A Whiff of Jasmine
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today I found a pirhouette inside my pocket
a dragon roaring in tear-stained lycra
perched in sepia with an eerie ancestral ache
unfolding over the toast and marmalade
of the mainstream media
tenderly I discovered the dicotyledon leaves in the courtyard
that wobble their timelapse selves towards the dawn
throatily croaking in an unheard helium octave
shooting like toddlers towards the helios dance
that rumbles in my bones and calls me home
home to another lacy moment tasting blackberries
upon your effervescent lips and home to the first sliver
of the shy crescent moon returning in a blue cheese sky
home to the lonely microphone upon the open stage
a plucked dandelion attracting honeybees
still searching for the ghosts of last year’s nectar
together we sit on the cusp of wonderland
where this flat and icy world of synapse-zapping infowars
will snowflake-float away and we’ll pause
to mulled-wine mull upon a piece of truth
that’s skating towards us in curvy clues and
blasting beyond the late winter blues
in these moments of immaculate perception
(goaded on by playful pixie prickles
from beyond the veils that coat this scene) - we tunnel-tumble
linking fingernails and pressing our warbling palms
against the force and current of one another’s tides
and when we hide there comes another peeking toe
for this messy imperfection rides its skirts up the carburettor
smudges the menu with yesterday’s sorrow
and holds the universe to ransom for a whiff
of tomorrow’s jasmine in your hair
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CHORUS A : Well yeah we are the people of the deep deep south
I see a sparkle in your eyes and a smile on your mouth
And as we kiss there are angels which our lips bring to birth
Cos we’re dancing here for heaven on this fragile earth
CHORUS B: Well I know that there’s a god and she looks like you
She’s got purple-streaked hair and her skin is bright blue
& I’m singing from my heart & I’m singing through my mind
& the magic of this moment lasts until the end of time x4
Take me to the limits of your ecstasy
Warm me with your sunlight so that we can fly free
Honey I can taste the birdsong humming in our souls
This is a blockbuster babe and we’re the starring roles
Now let’s open our arms to the friends either side
Each one of us a galaxy a zillion light years wide
And as we feel the vibrations rising up from the ground
We’ll know we’re also planets spinning round and around
Open up your crazy stories let’s climb aboard
We’ll ride and fight the demons with a samurai sword
We’ll float on clouds with angels dancing over the hills
It’s a rollercoaster feast in there with all of the frills
I’m spying out a future where we quiver with love
And it flows to all this wild world below and above
And it’s roaring towards us calling us to awake
you’re driving from the helm I feel my whole being shake
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Dressing Up
04:13
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Ladies and gentlemen put your shields down
For the super sale to end all sales
Float over a shop floor sea to the
Secret delights of the fitting room
Fear not that you might not look like those
Emaciated models and mannequins
Or our corset-choked Northern ancestors
Faint and wan and under the thimble-and-thumb
Just float over that shop floor sea to the
Secret delights of the fitting room
Fear not that you might press promising Eastern
Poly petrol fabrics to your private places
Produced perhaps by smiling sweatshop sweater slaves
While farmers burn pure wool in trade war madness
For is not this the stuff of which sweaty dreams are made?
Fear not that someone will mock your choice
For today’s ranges are full of flavours for every palette
Colours for every ice cream cone, patterns for every wallpaper junkie
Logos to match every Jaguar or Beach Buggy
Lingerie to match every hopeful boyfriend’s wallet
Lycra to give you that medal-winning feeling
And lipstick to match your glossy undercoat
Fear not for hanging space as our wardrobes expand
In Narnian exponentials and the Third World fills with
Kindly donated corporate-branded cast-offs while local looms
Stand hopelessly frozen and traditional garb is lost
Beneath this summer’s must-have item
Does our naked beauty still lie mocked by crude boy-men or
Indulged with skimpy little numbers for little girls?
Are we still taken on a trolley-ride far from the warm-hearted chaotic clarity within?
Let us reawaken our spindle-fingers, stretching beyond the pins and needles
Teasing out the fresh-view skeins, unravelling new soft-touch balls of delight
Let us play at unwrapping the swirling silk of our soul
Let us tingle-touch the finest fibres and smell the way the simplest natural cloth picks up our deepest essence
Let us lift magisterially magical veils that sweep starlight in their passing
Let us find ceremonial robes to thrill our inner biker priest-priestess
And night club groove-tubes to enliven our inner swaddled swamis
Shining out from our leather-bound armour-plated halos
To our fairy boots with zip-up suede pom-poms
via our cackling lesser-spotted joy-thongs
for now is the rhyming, reasonable time to get truly attired
spectacularly zootily-suited, expressing our marvellous moment-to-moment selves
swapping and jumbling and sharing the contents of our chests and our drawers
with all the rip-roaring elegance our spirits know to be
our fully-dressed justly-deserved dessert
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We could begin in the usual fashion, with a little sardonic scientific observation
Classifying documents and souls according to habitat and chatter
We’ve fiddled our grasshopper helicopter cacophony to drown out the fires below
Carpet-bombing the last stuffed dodos in our memories
We’ve ignored the purple-feathered pigeons just beyond our supersenses
Cooing clarinets, quietly carrying out global recalibrations with resonant incantations
And yet the morse code tapping of the woodpeckers in our skeletons
Reminds us that only together do we hold the gilded key to new dimensions of creativity
Somewhere fireflies jive in semaphore a message to our mammal pores
And the mosquito-sized concerns we have of missing the great onward flight connection
Are swallowed by spirit-swifts circling the lake of time
We step out from the crumbling concrete of our skyscraper elevators
And boogie on down with those angelic alligators
We set our navigation dial to the tune of germination
With a healthy dose of holy hugs and voluptuous cultivation
We take that sacred quest for secret chalices and bodices and
Ruthlessly embody all our inner feathered goddesses
We plant the crazy seeds of treeline canopies
Where we can dance candid can-cans with the toucans and the pelicans
For Mama Gaia’s just warming-warning us so we can hatch anew
Yes, we’ve finally reached the deep bass camp of collective evolution
Can you feel that itching in the shoulder blades that says the time has come
To unleash those hidden human wings
So while the feral rhythms of the jungle night sound out in full-blooded applause
We become our own warm-blooded saviours
Pick up those kaleidoscopic binoculars that just flew into view
Now is the moment for a more magical magnification
Catch that eagle eddy arising in your belly
Soar and see the songlines in our bloodlines that we’ve just begun unravelling
Smell the whale-chorus in our salty wombs born from the ocean’s constant kisses
Taste the harmony a-brewing in our bodies’ melting-meeting as we
Leave our fears for desert compost
And become as trustworthy as migrating mountains
Follow the tornado concerto to the mystery’s pulsing heart
And fall as grateful raindrops into her thirsty arms
Trilling our trillions of melodies born in the dreams of ancient stars
And as we breathe the bounty rolling in our lilac-breasted beings
Her unabashed blessings will vibrate out from our softening core
Her ripening wisdom in our cells will mould passion-pollen palaces so that
With every carbonated feeling we release and every sensual stroke of oxygen we receive
We will hear and know we are the alpha and the Om of this planet we call home
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imagined supersonic applause rumbles heavenward
while through this airy elemental auditorium
the simple, brilliant elegance of feathered flight
is cast aside by an egotistical squadron
these disconnected dragon-souls
beam destruction down upon distant worker-ants
wreaking collateral damage and thermonuclear deceit
sealed away from the roaring of winds
the pilots of convenience overshoot the lonely albatross
but force their passengers to swallow caged air
full of stale words in a global bacteria zoo
rebounding fields of electrotext cause popping in
the invisible parts of our time-trimmed ears
somewhere the locusts fly
capricious hurricanes tear at paper roofs
unseen bellows fan the forest fires
earth’s breath belches topsoil-stripping tornadoes
in a wild countdown till the oxygen burns
and the high drones of technology
confuse the bees and scatterflies
air-creatures delicately searching
midst the subtle pollen radiance
spreading seed-wisdom wide
alongside the birds and squalls
and we who tune our inner aerials know that we too
are an illusion
an awesome intention
almost entirely space
we take in the gusts right to our guts
we feel our body-glove that glows unseen
we stretch beyond our eyries for the fingertip visions
we seek the naked freshness
of rustling tree and hilltop flutter
whistling gliding symphonies over busy breezes
carrying afar the giggles of children and soprano stomps
and the soft strumming plucking siren songs of
an orchestra of emotion open to naturally coloured freedom
the greater breath blows its chorus
the feathered cloud-herds float in eloquence
and somehow peace is proclaimed
through all the multiple domains
where the feisty fruity flutes of dawn do reign
and our ancient galactic angel’s arrows
soar serenely in all directions
towards home
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now is the winter of our embezzlement
auction hammers made in China resound across the chasms
sirens close the factory chimneys and tyre-millstones
burn the souls of brilliant petroleum executives
and still the sun rises at dawn
though shack-smoke dulls the sky and
bitter-brittle cocktail-bombs smash across the bows
and moonshine-fuelled guncracks wreak deep-fried havoc
in romantic tabloid crush-crash-crimes
still the sun rises at dawn
daily, it blazes out on the shock of new true love
bruising gangland busts warm into beauty-bursting moments
chargrilled chatter sparks into spiral wildcat comet-tales
till we risk a hot-coal salsa-step
beyond the night-ash of our yesterselves
molten honey flows golden from our crystal core
surface-rising to a budding-giggle-wriggle-bubble that
erupts escapes explodes
we are a jubilation revelation on a holy quest to quench
a thirst for flirting with the salamander-spirits of this life-space place
we are the thought-flowers of the cosmos leaping into outer time
we are the royal rainbow flame-crowns stripping free from our crumble-crusty shields
into a fiendish sweetmeat phoenix-feast
right here the dragons in our fingers and our hips and lips
mouth-blast our deep devouring desire
to take that big-breathing journey to
the only one there is
right here the walls tumble to the silent chorus yelling out
the message from our massed magnificent hearts
we soar, soaked to the inner scorch-skin
in the glowing oil of truth
and as the sun sets still we shine
building dream-temples of a vision life
knowing it begins with us
being and becoming simple and divine
surrendering
sacred
fire
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trickle-tickle rivulets bubble through the backyards
soaking up the cardboard slices
eddying round shiny wrappers
pooling into instant creeks
swarming swamps of new-laid parasites
fizzing with the desire to grow and swell and bite and
feast on passing feet
urgent churning whirlpools babble past the cracking drains
sweeping forth our detrimental influential
excremental effluent
flushed pink by amorous sweet-smelling detergents
purified bleach-brooks ripple into
triumphant alien algae blooms until we find
amidst this mighty ever-restless acrid
putrid petrol-driven stagnant sea
there is not a drop to drink
we gather where the dust scatters
where determined duiweltjies lacerate our flaking skin
we swirl in dancing torrents that recall and recreate
our ocean origins
our own salty animal soup
the flowing crystals dripping daily through our cells
the anointing cataracts of conscience
springing forth from ancient ancestral orgasms
and in an instant we are present to
the snowflakes of a perfect gratitude
the glimmer of mermaids
the water-wisdom of our long-forgotten new-found tribes
catching the thunder-waves on our
sap-filled surfboards from the source of thought
hearing us, feeling us, dancing with us
the world’s sea-womb rejoices in a
wild and kelp-hairy game of chase and be-chased
her angry sickle-shark cave-carving subsides
into lagoons where dolphins laugh and flamingoes dream
into smooth spring tides
that carry trusting sailors to their futures
into soft and supple orchard-gifts
and freshly-ripened paddy-fields
until we dive into Bacchus-vats of
bottled and fermented whale-joy
until we splash into clear streaming-mirrors
witnessing and soaking and
wringing out our souls
before darting forth in homeopathic doses
channelling our fishy-wishes for the rainbow-juice that joins
in trickle-tickle rivulets
of fluid unstoppable desire
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some place all place shows its face
twist turn stub toe
wake up call
from forces of folding entwining waiting
for we stumblers to tumble into
recognition of our mother
the low hum of the turning earth is there
the still illusion crumbles dusty
each time we bend listening-low to
the seed-sounds of borer-beetles
furiously full of thick energy
excitedly eating their way to
self-declaration
the still illusion giggles into space
each time we stretch our tattered branches
into a mind taking in the suppleness of rock
hugging close the rich-shifting-time-seam streams of silver-sheen
squeezing in our cells crusty aeon-stories
the still illusion sprinkles into sauce
for micro-mineral-magic tempting out
the first shoots and strands
insisting on the pleasure of the dark dance
swarming with potency
caressing our skins from within
the salt-rooted sap-rivers of our corporeal earths
will aura-bloom in daily celebration
of a spicy-seasoned spring
will boom a grounded throat-warble
born in the depths of our wild worm-wings
the salt-rooted sap-rivers of our corporeal earths
will bathe in brown beauty until
soil-soaked and tossed in bony bliss and sultry sinew
they swirl into crisp crystal oceans
will chocolate-churn and pistachio-peacock preen
and speak a honey-charm bass-beat babble
that reveals more than our
tiny shiny single-sting minds alone can grasp
that unveils a single-shell secret in our treasure chests
that uncurls a feet-thigh hip-heart spiral
winding over magisterial mango-pulp magma
to the solid realised summit
of the ripe dreams
she’s wanted us to dream
since the first sunrise of our sublime species
since the first surrender to her
eternal mud-warm embrace
since the first grateful guava-sip
of her ever-swelling bounty
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And so the time has come once more to reach into our fiery core and feel we’ve done this all before
The rebirth through the common touch the sharing gifts the blessings such that inside we can feel so much
And after all we are just sparks of light descended from the starry night and all together we shine bright
Our wild hearts are singing out so warm and standing strong before the storm calling pure love into form
CHORUS
Roar our kinship with all the beasts
Share our love with trees from west and east
Sing our joy out to the sea and land
Sing our gratitude for rocks and sand
Wise we turn and sense within our bones our earthly mama’s fruitful tones her joys and sorrow moans
Crystal structures formed within our cells are playing chords that chime like bells across the mountains of our souls
Raising up our branches to the sky a guiding father so close by who wants us all to fly
Joining hands a circle on the ground we plant our roots so we can stand and touch the spirits all around
CHORUS
Taking gulps of air deep within and sense it tingling on our skin as the veils between wear thin
Candles hidden deep within our eyes building bonfires leaping high blazing truths that never die
Burning with a human passion here that melts away all human fear into a brilliant future clear
Flowing with the rushing river tide until we reach the other side tears bubbling into laughter wide
CHORUS
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The sirens are sounding! The sirens are enticing!
People of Earth, choose the way you view, for the Purple Butterfly is landing.
The Condor and the Eagle are taking off.
We are now arriving at our long ached-for desire-destination.
We are passing the testing post-fact period of pesty teste patriarchy.
So put a feather in your cap if you have one.
And if you don’t, ask the winged messengers to send you one.
They will, 100% bank guaranteed.
Float your bobbing stocks and your logarithmic lives on the Great River of Rhythm
with joy in stacks and pogo packs for this is the time of fast-forward reward
and slow-down breath-bliss pause.
Pay attention to the signs for if you choose they are clues to the new
you always knew was going to be here now.
In fact, this is the time of the New Sun when we remember why we came
even if it’s a Manichaean time-plane stream some of us never expected to be in.
A time of unravelling the twisted truth in twisted hair harmony amidst the
awesome pollination of some fabulous bumblebee melodies.
A time so unknowably creative when we can fight the demons best by
predicting exactly what we most wildly wish.
So here goes.
It will be a time when polar bears make friends with penguins
through magnetic ecstatic acrobatic telepathy;
an age when American multi-billionaires will take sacred medicine in the Amazon
(without buying up the potent plant-patent rights)
and expand their free-flight horizons as they empty their inner trash cans
faster than a water-wise toilet flush;
an era of holy hoping and voracious hopping towards the
candid soul-sound bright lights – camera - activation;
an epoch of bracing embraces, of unbundled day-to-data communicating commuters
celebrating communion with our androgynous divinity
so –
it doesn’t matter if your sunny touch spirit screen is flat or curvy,
for the boneshaking once begun cannot be undone,
the rattling of our mitochondrial serpents is unravelling the
ancient whispers of the secret seed-spells in our cells
and the love-bomb has already smashed the Vatican vaults and sprinkled
the ashes of the archives with chilli’n’chives from deep-heart dives
and the whales are singing that there is no going back
for the boneshaking once begun cannot be undone
and when we open our soft sweet lips and utter
the horrid truths we hid into the always-forgiving world
we know that there is no longer any wide star-jump Renaissance Man analysing of the aeons
needing to be performed with telescope microscope stethoscope
just a big beating globe longing to be felt
and we feel it
when we choose to trust
that we do.
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Simric Yarrow Cape Town, South Africa
Simric beats out his words with a magician's eye and a musician's ear, performs poetry with a wide-awake humour that thought- and-feel provokes, scintillates, and makes love to the future in a positive joyful celebration of the now... all from beneath Table Mountain in Cape Town, the planet's heart chakra in the heart-shaped country of the rainbow nation, take off to new dimensions in his company! ... more
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