February 21, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Conscious’stream Is.14

Based on the Missoula Independent Cover Story (Vol.25 No.8 Feb 20-27 2014):

http://missoulanews.bigskypress.com/missoula/the-damage-done/Content?oid=1932025

The Damage Done by Kelly Conde

 

1970s, NE Montana, on the Fort Peck Reservation:

The cool springs of water off Road 75 still offered temptation,

Luring the townies with jars and jugs in preparation

They knock on the door… “You’re water’s so sweet,

Can we get a little please?

That cold natural flow is too much of a tease!”

 

Get in while the people are oblivious...

Get in while the people are oblivious…

In the 1950s the lands nearby fell under the scrutiny

Of three major oil and gas companies

Who tapped in with their drills and pumping machinery

To the depth of a 300,000 year old ocean creation.

The 1st encroach on the Bakkan formation

Has devastated today’s cool sweet water on the Indian Reservation.

 

It took 20 years, it happened slowly…

First it made the pipes rusty,

Staining the sinks and drains;

Then it colored all the white laundry.

Once the clean dishes remained oily,

Then it was time to drink bottled water only.

The smell of sulfur like rotten eggs wafts

From the bathtub, the bubbles aren’t enough to cover the stench.

The skin of the youth is too delicate;

When it began turning blue, then even the bath water they hauled in.

 

One concerned Lady, made early inquiries

She wondered at the change right as the faucets began rusting.

It took two decades for a community member to move into position to help.

She opened her ears to the strange tales being told of the water.

“My water is yellow, it smells awful and looks like pee.”

“My water is reddish and it’s staining everything!”

“My water, can you believe, it’s 0 degrees Fahrenheit and it still won’t freeze.”

“My water, it tastes salty; how can that be?

Seriously, check it out! It’s even fizzy!”

 

This lady took her brain muscle and personal grit to the USGS,

Where accumulated evidence was piling up higher than the depth of Butte’s Berkley Pit.

Add on 10 years for an in-depth investigation

10 plus the 20 it took for anyone to do anything

Plus the 20 it took for the contamination to begin coloring the plumbing

And that’s 50 long years of environmental, soil and water being tainted

Just at this stretch of prairie land in Montana.

 

40 square miles of land has been tarnished, it’s undisputed.

Somewhere between 9 and 60 billion gallons of drinking water polluted.

That’s enough water for the lifetime of every Montanan,

But no one’s counting the gallons the wildlife depend on.

 

Murphy Oil Corp. was the 1st to find the Bakkan oil;

In 3 years had built 35 wells.

Other companies came and together they claimed

The oil for their profits

So the future’s destruction lined their pockets.

 

From 1952 to ’55 there were no guidelines for the wastewater created.

Into unlined pits- directly onto the ground and unregulated,

Ancient hot water still slick with oil residues devastated.

Sadly, legislated regulations do not enforcement hone.

C.C. Thomas Oil Company was still dumping up to 42,000 gallons of waste water per day alone!

In 1961, at a public hearing, a company Rep. claimed “It’s not hurting anyone.”

 

Retired wells are forming more dire straits.

Just a ½ mile from Road 75 one sealed up just couldn’t wait

For the end of time to advance its impertinent fate.

The cement bonds loosened and underground pressure forced

Oil and tainted agua back up to seep into the shallow aquifer.

This well, close to the residents is monitored for its vicinity

The impact of its hot plume of oil-stained water has been, for its neighbors, devastating.

But there are numerous wells in the East Poplar fields that don’t get the same monitoring.

If only it was profitable to speculate how many of them are leaking.

 

14 families filed suit with a tribal attorney

A pipeline for WATER is what they were seeking.

Meanwhile an EPA toxicologist discovered Benzene

A definite carcinogen linked to over exposure

Now giving real cause to the high number of cancers found in the neighbors

The oil companies now had two strong contenders:

The People on Road 75 and the EPA wielding safe drinking water standards.

In 2002 this suit was finally settled.

The companies will build a pipeline connecting these residents to the water

In the township of Popla.r

They will also pay each family $60,000 in damages

And $5,000 to replace the pipes in their houses

They still sent bottled water as well, for 10 additional years

Or until they are certain their tap waters are clear.

 

5 years ago, in 2009

The Poplar Dialysis Center cried out with a sign

High levels of chloride were found, the mark of the ancient ocean’s brine.

The contamination had caught up with the town’s water too.

The EPA quickly charged the same 3 companies with responsibility.

Of course they appeal and deny any accountability.

 

And I’m sure you’re all wondering, how I’m going to end this long sad story.

http://www.nemontel.net/~dprw/actvities.html

Dry Prairie Rural Water Authority

The waters of NE Montana are diseased

The companies- Both oil and agricultural are free

From healing the waters for the lands and creatures in need.

They chipped in to pay for a rural treatment plant

That is cleaning the mud from the mighty Missouri.

They paid for the pipe that brings water to Poplar.

But they don’t have to suffer

From that pipeline breaking 20-30 times a year

For it was rushed into production without proper planning

Just like they rush into drilling, pumping and scamming,

As they put away special savings

To pay lawyers, when the time comes for evading.

 

January 31, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is. 11

Free vs. Fair Trade Participate or Perish

Free vs. Fair Trade
Participate or Perish

TransPacific to TransAtlantic

FreeTrade creates the barrier to making information transparent

How many corporations will it take

To decide this global fate

How many doors to close in a curious face

Cut off the ability for honest people to partake

In legislating the reality of our everyday

What has free trade done but increased a CEO’s wage

While in Mexico alone 2 million farmers it displaced

And here in the US how many manufacturing jobs migrated away?

Decent paying union benefits by fast food employment was replaced

We need jobs that don’t pillage, pollute, or mean servitude

To the ideals of Transnational interests pumping our veins full of crude

Noxious inebriation on these chemical fumes

They will add to any recipe for us to consume

With this latest secret ploy

They will make a corporate pact as solid as titanium alloy

Just another Free trade deal, Ha! Let’s not be coy

Our lives and the life blood of the future is not some little toy

This new scheme seeks to destroy

A nation’s, and thereby a citizen’s sovereignty

To boycott a product —or toxic chemical or process would be beyond its ability

Lest it face judgment in a tribunal court that will only waste taxpayer money

To argue against projected profits, like a corporate claim to deserved annuity?!

Sounds a lot like corporate welfare if you ask me

This has got to be the twilight zone, this shit is obscene

Did I die and awake in Psychopaths dream

Where freedom means shut up and buy what we tell you you need?

 

The best gift from NAFTA is the formation of its parallel: FairTrade

As we make our way into a whole new age

It’s time to insist we turn this page

And make Equal Exchange

Our route to real change

Where citizens of any national claim

Can afford the cost of life and earn a living in a dignified way

Without perpetuating the violence that seeks to lay waste

To our creative dreams we need to revive them today!

January 24, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.10

Excerpt from Empty Harvest: Understanding the Link between Our Food, Our Immunity and Our Planet by Dr. Bernard Jensen and Mark Anderson, copyright 1990 by Bernard Jensen.

From the chapter on Soil, pg 36:

“To appreciate the historical perspective of the diminished state of the human immune system in the 1990s, we must not assume that science and truth march straight ahead and that the present is the beneficiary of the accumulated knowledge of the past. Because, in many instances—health and nutrition is one—the past is full of deception and factual manipulation resulting in the inheritance of a tarnished view of scientific progress. History repeatedly proclaims that business and politics are too important to be governed by the facts of unfeigned science.”

Healthy Forest YNP, photo by Rain 2006

“Business and politics are too important to be governed by

Unfeigned, [genuine] science”…

Oh deceiver

What do you stand to gain

An inch above your brother

For a platform to your shoe inlay’n

Puppet masters began the trend

Now see your height as their will to bend

Easily paid for with the blood of the land

Coins, stolen from the destiny of the dead

Pool in your pockets instead

Now the living dead cannot ferry across

The rivers of Styx and Acheron

Lest we also become acolytes

In the temples of Dow, Monsanto and Chevron

The great-grandfather figureheads of the modern myths

Getting us drunk on the whiskey that pours from their lips

Lulling us to sleep on neoliberal currencies

Too intoxicated to feel the barb-wire sting of their so-called securities

Rocked by the water-treatment-ways that stole the living river from its course

Daydreaming in the empire’s nightmare built on the malnourishment of profit-bound force

Stamped with the claim to Freedom

Freedom, bleached re-enriched with a shelf life of a century

Freedom, soap bubbles floating from the mouths of millions

Freedom, a kingdom of the spirit; we have the keys to it, but cannot find

Freedom is a hollow claim

When the business of politics and industry dictate

Living ways

Perhaps the cry will again

Strike true chords

And remind us that

The life to know is more than mine or yours

We all feed on the health of the soil

The well-being of our rootlets in communion

Foster the well-being of our soul

And therein true Freedom may sprout once more…

January 3, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.7

Oh Henry David Thoreau,

In 1854 recording the life living in those years

In the peace of Walden

A crystal matrix of a thorough observation of life

160 years later I wonder

Upon trails left for electric tendrils to wander

And the lines I find today

January 3rd 2014, here for you across the globe to follow:

In the last paragraph of the 5th chapter: Solitude of Walden it is written:

http://thoreau.eserver.org/walden00.html

“What is the pill which will keep us well, serene, contented? Not my or thy great-grandfather’s, but our great-grandmother Nature’s universal, vegetable, botanic medicines, by which she has kept herself young always, outlived so many old Parrs in her day, and fed her health with their decaying fatness. For my panacea, instead of one of those quack vials of a mixture dipped from Acheron and the Dead Sea, which come out of those long shallow black-schooner looking wagons which we sometimes see made to carry bottles, let me have a draught of undiluted morning air. Morning air! If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world. But remember, it will not keep quite till noonday even in the coolest cellar, but drive out the stopples long ere that and follow westward the steps of Aurora.I am no worshipper of Hygeia, who was the daughter of that old herb-doctor Æsculapius, and who is represented on monuments holding a serpent in one hand, and in the other a cup out of which the serpent sometimes drinks; but rather of Hebe, cup-bearer to Jupiter, who was the daughter of Juno and wild lettuce, and who had the power of restoring gods and men to the vigor of youth. She was probably the only thoroughly sound-conditioned, healthy, and robust young lady that ever walked the globe, and wherever she came it was spring.”

Oh brilliant Thoreau I sit with you now

Still able to feel awe by the pieces left living

Still pondering the path man’s made in search of pill popping,

Which will you choose, “the red one or the blue” (1)

When both are paving over ancient realms of knowledge

But micro-vision discovers crystals breathing through the cracks

In the concrete mentality of conquering

Finding still the mystery of collaboration, communion

Diadems of loving grace still procreating

Great-great-grandmother Nature’s great resolving heirloom of balance

She is the air above the flowing river

The qi is listening to the message of our illness and misstep

The key to opening self to the antidote

Her very body is quivering, waiting

Anticipating the moment of discovery

Roots, stem, leaf, stamen, pistil, petals, pollen, spores

Aching to feel the whole presence of love pulsing rhythms

To gift each seed the fertility to bear countless more

Flowers of life gifting diversity all these miraculous flavors for galactic aggregates

To assemble, rise to give voice to life

And in some cosmic complexity of an epic tragic comedy

In the face of Monstrous Megaton Wagons carrying tools to truly reach the Acheron (2)

To create a Zombie Sea

The Great Sapiens stand divided over the masochism of raping

The planetary body of our greater family’s communion

As we create cancerous defilement of the sanctuary we need for retreat

To seek that “Draught of undiluted morning air” (3)

While we cough and weeze, our stagnant flatulence to release

Like coal ash on the breeze, free radicals

Are borne to come together forming tumors on the progress of the demolition

Suckling for Epione (4), sweet Mother of the medicina daughters (5)

Soothe the pain as we tumors transfigure into children formulating essences of healing

One mother torn into another, Oya (6), the storm

We must ride the wretchedness through to find the calm waters

We must learn from her power

To lift our voices like thunder in the spring of our new rising

Thoreau, pass the cup of Hebe’s  ambrosia (7) (8)

As I pass the chalice of the trails

May All spark the energy we need to step off the road we travel same as yesterday’s

Give faith to the unknown rhythms gaining momentum with our observation

Gaining volume with our conscious flow reforming

The banks- they needed to make so complicated for our ignorant security

But we need to be fluid recreating

The undulating snake dance

Of the primal dragons strength made entrance

To find All, entranced.

Peace. Selah. Blessed Be.

http://hoodoothatvoodoo.tumblr.com/post/14826942708

Medicine
Painting by Gustav Klimt
lost or destroyed in/by 1945

December 20, 2013 Common Thread Commentary Is.5

December 20, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Offerings)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to the turning of all things set upon these horizons of Sol/Soul stimulation.

(This poem is 13, 3 line stanzas, I have tried putting spaces between them to make that obvious but somehow the editor won’t let them stay 🙂 )

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Deep midwinter speak

Humble me, a mist in the starkly naked trees

Wise North breathing meditation teach

Challenge is an icy friend,

Forming in each other crystalline prisms, bend.

Reign through light strength renewed eyes; tend,

Barren seeming, this hibernation

Will be tempted open by sweet causation

Impermeable spores feel warmth and perspiration.

Here, now, re-elevate

Priorities left by hunters abandoning care of wild fate

Restless spirits find ligaments to feed their need to masticate

Bare bones nourish

Enough to draw vitality into veins their tourniquets nearly perished

Carefully tended, allow new flesh forming to flourish

For the sun long absent

High upon other horizons, drifts back like a gift to be present

The garden’s reawakening delight is a vision’s first ascent

Dawn’s rising, dance!

Preceding the Star’s birth through the knees of the mountains enhanced

Chameleon colors transforming emotion’s cold absence to warm romance

From ash is born the Phoenix

Shadow’s crack apart with Illumination’s mysterious

Hunger to experience energy tuned with a Kundalini helix.

Recreation’s praxis: equitability

Courage made a spine four bipolar dragons spiral ‘round indefinitely

Drawn to light the nucleus, each bearing a wing; soaring dreams of fertility

Divine Feminine Revelation

Bud to blossom, inner-sense guiding to fullness the fruit of ambition

Seed to root, refuting drought by singing with Wisdom’s excitation

Sublime Masculine Transfiguration

Boils away the Water through surface tension expression

Allow particles freedom to float amidst newly discovered scent’sation

Soul Being participating

In the writing of this line’s progression from unsteady palpitating

To mighty muscle flexion leverage enough to affect revolution’s contemplating

Dwelling in Heart

Crystal, form around the emptiness deep Winter’s prayer imparts

Icy friends lend support to uplift made shapes of Inspiration’s art.

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December 6, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.3

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By Alexandria “Rain” Smith

This piece is dedicated to everyone who doesn’t feel worthy of the liberation we all deserve. We all deserve the Freedom to feel through what we are feeling; to listen and follow our emotion into understanding. We are all worthy of living, feeling, breathing, learning many practices, praxis’ of exploring how we relate and what we create by our own offerings. I dedicate this Peace to every being that has been so challenged to follow their creative passions because an Other, in their weakness, felt threatened by what we might be, empowered—truly the most tragic mishap of all history, the cause of immeasurable pain, these kinds that fester, are refracted and perpetuated through concepts of time. In our moments of eclipsed light may we see the auras of the courageous candles that burned their way through the walls of adversity that others may follow and see: it’s a long road, so you gotta decide what it’s worth to be free.

“Creating health requires making a paradigm shift… to a new way of thinking about and being in relationship with our bodies, our minds, our spirits, and our connection with the universe.” –Chistiane Northrup Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom

“It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given that separates one person from another.” Nelson Mandela Long Walk to Freedom

We dream ourselves forward. Transformation born of our hope, our need; discovered, within a dry wrinkled weakened sheath, a most beautiful and tiny seed willing to swallow us through the birthing canal into a new day’s dream.  We follow the footsteps of the most beautiful courageous being we can imagine could be. Be, as Florida Scott-Maxwell put it, “Fierce with reality.” We look upon the living tapestry and acknowledge the disease along with the beauty. We refuse to deny that “indelible blight” of Apartheid, American slavery, the Andrew Jackson-Nazi-Pol Pot-Pinochet-Generals of the Dirty War-Mbotu Sese Seko-regimes of unquantifiable atrocities, all these scars we bear as humanity. We will not forget the paths that brought us into darkness that we may face the challenge of bringing each other back into the light. Blessings for the struggles to suture the gashes they were, were born of “proud rebelliousness, a stubborn sense of fairness” that rallies the mistreated to arise!

Life patterns entrap us when they’re not helping to imprint us with positive reinforcement, giving us strength to realize the best stance to take at the moment we are asked what we have to offer. We make the decisive and patient choice to untangle the knots of our conditioning formed by the battles of our personal experience. Meditating upon the mediation of enemy perspectives we hear the song describing the Good Red Road between them. As fully prismatic, multifaceted beings, we become willing to take a multifaceted approach to a life of re-creating health, regenerating the wealth of collective wholeness. We confront the imprisonment of habitual fears, entrenched in presumption culturally created by a hierarchical perspective to maintain perverted states of control, We are breaking free to realize we can lay the foundations that allow true strength to catalyze and evolve into miraculous collaborations no one alone could have ever foreseen.

On this walk, we take with us the wisdom forged before us, for us. We listen to the voices calling within us speaking the languages of fellow ailments wailing like a mighty chorus. We retreat when the violence simply floors us, but we will never surrender our will to wait for a break in the storm to let the rainbow once again shine and realign the paradigms in order to see the path of mending before us.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be.

Pondering a Common Core…

Petals of the Lotus

Petals of the Lotus

Preliminary Reading:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/wp/2013/11/24/following-the-common-core-money-where-are-millions-of-dollars-going/

http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/wp/2013/11/18/who-are-the-enemies-of-common-core/

http://www.corestandards.org/

 

I concede to a “common core”

But my agreement is no writ

In stone

Concrete

Or bone

In colors of Mother

Or Father

Or sum financial factor

My assessment is not contained by standards

But I don’t mind testing

How boring without obstacles blessing!

For every challenge faced

Becomes a TESTament of personal progression.

What if we tested our children

In ways that taught us

How best to draw them deeper

With lines not linear

But spiralling

Through the thick and thin

Of what they love

And struggle in

Tests that teach them

To plant confidence

In the composting nutrients of mistakes

Turned over and over again

Until they break down into revelation

Witnessing of self

For self

To see the seeds of conscious wisdom bloom

Into the dreams each day breaks open….

 

(written August 13, 2013; Alexandria “Rain” Smith)

November 22, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.1

November 22, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Written by Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to All Life that faces the force of the storm, most recently those in the Philippines struggling to regain ground after Yolanda(aka Haiyan), Somalians who faced a Cyclone for 4 days, not forgotten are those still feeling the refrains of all the floods, fires and winds past, beyond, beyond, beyond. All that face a rain of bullets, bombs, drones and their shrapnel, All that face the Earth shaking from deep relief or shallow man-made mines ensnaring, especially those in the heart of Africa whose mines are deep made by strength of men alone, alone done this way for the shallow needs of other men’s sadistic-lasciviency.

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How long we gwan fall for them sellin’ us more for less? When less is more… less lies, less deception, less dissolution of our inherent common ground… More facts, more clarity, more solutions to regenerate our natural ability to rebound… Less plastic shit cluttering our lives until cracked, scratched, melted, deemed broken, and taken to a pile in Indonesia or maybe it’s floating in the ocean… More quality to our gifts; both material creative and deep psyche-social sharing, growing the praxis grounds of our presents flowering like phenomenal mushroom shapes straight from the shallow ditch of our apathetic wallowing… Less decisions made by money and profit interest… More collaboration that guides community empowerment and resilience.

Look how our cultures become cannibals eating alive our extended families of fantastic forms; aggregates of our planetary body’s whole.

Will I survive to see perish… 1 in 4 mammals, 1 in 8 birds, 1 in 3 fish, 2 in 5 amphibians, more than ½ the flowering plants and insects… what will we do upon the disparagement of our garden when our basic needs to eat, drink and breathe are completely reliant upon supply through industrial means, owned by faceless corporate regimes? Who will decide who is worthy to receive? What happens when the storm, comes and destroys that laboratory, factory or distributive means, unwittingly unleashes pent up toxicity? Witness what’s happening and see…

Thinking of the extinction, my soul feels as though it will dry up and crumble.

This is why so many ARISE and take to the streets, this is why we stand our full height and humbly demand our right to speak and live in the ways of our ancestry that listened through the eons of time to walk in the ways of our relative species, to see their pain, violence, disease, as well as their cooperation, compassion, symbiosis, and transformation beyond behaviors thought to be concrete. We listen to knowledge being gained and shared. Now seek to implement the beautiful simplicity of relying as little as we can on electrical grids fed by coal, gas, nu(un)clear consumption and their co-destructive disease. We implement ways to use our waste the way Gaia preconceived, that what we need may continue to grow from refuse(Refuse to settle for the paradigms of corporate mandate. Re’fuse back together the electro-cosmic net, multidimensional exchanges) made co-creative fertility, compost at our feet, where we can freely scatter new seeds.

If so many fall into the hole of belief that an apocalypse is necessary; that this corrupt nihilism continues its homogenization, continues destroying the natural wealth of our inheritance…

The passionate fire for my kindred kindling, Love I feel be burning my form down to dust that will patiently wait for a child’s tears to recall what’s been laid asunder, sweet salt visioning need for the metaphors rebirthing, rain upon this ash, bring forth decay from the desert of such pain been passed, and grow the curative. Elements adhere by the frequencies of necessity transmitted through clear intention’s prayer, songs written by mystic communication crossing all dimensional lairs, aggregates accrete and form new bodies of our dreams becoming both the flowers and the bees.

May all who feel the shaking, by earth herself or by man’s artillery, find peace. Opening; like emptiness, luminous, expanding to hold support in the way listening becomes a library, holding all deep experience within electro-chemical trans-reference/transference channeling us to move like without forethought action is re’membrance of the piece you are adding to the cosmic cauldron of mending, weaving new frequencies of long forgotten, deep beating Peace… You, Universal Light, being what you are on this journey: STAR (Surrender Trust Accept Respect) Chyld spinning like a light tower beacon to guide all to the shores of our re’convergance, where/wear Rainbows of Profound Acceptance color alive the simple gifts we come to Life with.

Selah

Peace

Unsung

Oh my family

All my Earthly Siblings

What if the Earth cried out to us

how would you hear

through the discovery and witness

of how many eyes, spirits

will it take your personal pain too

before you to join in the plea

perhaps a great sacrifice is being called of You, Humanity

And what will you be willing to do?

What would be too much?

How can we let down our barriers to each other to trust?

The Truth is simple, start there

What we need, as all living things, mammals especially

ideally pure waters, organic soils, and fresh air

(once we did not need these things

they were everywhere, except where toxic elements occurred naturally

places our ancestors revered or feared)

Now these places are becoming scarce, endangered all the time

for unpopulated places always run the risk of being implanted with toxic waste

they are the places we must take our precious toxic treasures from or across

Now we must protect them, we must! We must!

Here in America

the “Last Frontier” was conquered

The peoples enslaved or free but robbed of culture

The animals with them, some species could not survive the brink

others were saved, but for how much longer

how long before they die, like us, so many of cancer?

What would you be willing to transform in your life to allow the other creatures of this world to live out their natural lives?

What would you be willing to sacrifice?

I believe if we begin to imagine transformation, we may discover creative and spiritual empowerment, community engagement and respect beyond our differences and that we may not have to sacrifice much;

what we do may just renew the vitality and energy of our own lives.

This is all a dream we are sharing, won’t you challenge yourself to begin re-envisioning?

Encourage Audacious Responsibility, Tenable Honor: EARTH Citizen, here we are.

be the breeze

holding out a hand
to either side
walking on the edge
steady in the soles
closing brightness from the eye
drift forward

blanket of sensation
lifts

this body
leaves its limits

float above the world
above the subjugation
rules, etiquette, laws
broken in flight
torn from importance
by the freedom
that existed long before
this body
surrendered itself
to being swept up
by the breeze.

originally written in Tuscan AZ, winter of 2008