Time Swirls says She who spins along with the Galaxy.
pigments pave the way
drawings made from clay
stories shape each day
deep in our bones they lay.
swirl back a spin or three
who do you see
smiles from the old midnight suns
a caressing song from your greater than greatest grandmother’s hands
bellowing clouds from that only stew pot
a journey days long towards the winter lands
trees miles wide as far as can be
little ones carried on backs
the big fish of prehistoric seas
simple love as the first and longest story
remember there is no line between then and now
here is there in the cosmic corral
Time is but a Swirl from the long spindle whorl
singing a song symphonies long
Thank you Miss She Who Gifts Us Everything
Singing the Spindle
Knitting our Bones
Gifting your Stories
Keeping us Well
Teaching us that Time is a Great Symphonic Swirl
Crater Lake. puttering up the windy lane of drab ashy asphalt surrounded by deep dark chocolate stones pointy and pocked. Was a wonder to experience earth anew… surrounded only by pumice stone. They tell you only on Mars way out there but it’s here - the craters, the stone, the stark simple deep rich decadence of blue and brown. I had no idea the blue was coming. Yes above the sky high blue was a sight. reaching the summit the exhale preceded the inhale of a thousand wonders never thought or seen or felt yet so familiar as if returning to ancestral lands. The Caldera at Jemez whispered the same tune fifteen years later while tickling rust off the forgettfulness… they tell of time stark and still and fixed in unhidden absolute. And so this was the first big blue that bit my tongue and twirled time beyond the seven seas of possibility towards the illusion of yesterday-today- tomorrow-not yet-coming-gone-we’ll see. The beginning Big Blue that pushed further towards greeting they say Kodiak bear paw and single engine planes, 200 pounds of silver skinned flesh soon to be slivered no longer seen first time seen. sitting on the back of a turtle mound on her belly, gazing out and up and beyond only to SEA when scraggly beards slumbered and smeared boards were wiped clean and infinity found in perpetual summer sea blue never dream eyes open always dream interrupted by fox yelps and bear yawns when the huff and puff of factory life exhaled for four orbits around that time-teller.
Time-teller…. that 200 lb silver god or goddess carried in by 8 hands was as majestic and wise and deep and dark and knowing as the exfoliating face of holy volcanic lands. With a laughing smile that beauty said see me remember me i am still here and forever will be, don't ever forget cuz theres no death on these scales. only this gift of sight.
One little hint of a whiff of a molecule caught in the olfactory nerves triggers a cascading waterfall of life into remembrance…. one bar of a tune can bring back the choreography of decades of life. The sight of the magnificence of life bolts out of the mundane and plain grayscale of society …. bold beauty deep pores crackling mouth lines and whips while hooting and hollering with all their might. and of course audrey hepburn’s voice screams out in memory - move your blooming arse. then the wudang master enters without sound in complete harmony with every fractal that forms and speaks in silent tongue - stillness is what is needed. And the frog on the lotus flower sings out to the moonlight above along with cricket bowstrings and firefly conductors…. they know… the balancing act… the fine line of tension held on the dynamic motion of water molecules filled with life… breathing life… using all senses at all times… the grand pappies and grand nannies of lightning bolt legs and super sensory skin in a very patient and still and solid soft form. Exhalting their virtues... of course I am... and may it always be so.
Blue is timeless blue is expanse blue is forgiving blue is beyond blue is blue
as woad, indigo, azurite, lapis, cobalt, and copper show you.
Your pick of Blue Skies
Inspired by" Hopper", my daily friend whose broken limb eventually fell off. I then watched as he gradually adjusted his body and life as a one legged bird able to fly, land, eat and defend himself from the mocking flock that pecked and perturbed. Hopper was my medicine and a great inspiration during that layer of extreme pain, illness, and disability, and continues to teach me with a smile about ability, adaptiblility, and beingness.
Tangled form free from thought,
most often the place where knots are dropped.
Simple straw, moldy mud, pink plastic, or laundry lint -
matrix knitted by the Choreography of Life towards a mighty mitt.
For some the hustle & bustle of city life.
For others solitude that cuts like a knife.
Anger, fear, disheveled despair,
love, grace, faint kindness still smelling of rose-water air.
Daily nests are what we are,
constantly transforming alongside the dance of stars.
No waiting needed as we receive
some holy egg, often shrouded in soon-to-be crackling mystery.
One day this egg was was a one-legged bird
who was gifted possibility no other way learned.
Another day the egg look like a ghost,
teaching how to feed life with the reluctancy of an ill-mannered host.
Many an egg land in our nests,
never-endingly received till the last of breath.
And so, if nests we are to be,
might as well get used to it and receive gratefully.
H. Shariatmadari January 1, 2016
handsome as could be, old school - four toed feet.
three ripples across sand, you too come from these lands?
if so, ya know lightning beauty falling snow.
purple beets size of fists steaming skins wanting kiss.
dream one, two, or three - remember you there with me,
many a year, thousands of skies, now strangely called tour guides,
breathing about, all a go, gracefully caressing the torrential rainbow.
hard to believe that was then, what is now - oh ya - e-lec-tron-ic pen.
still the moat sifts soft silent sand, carrying whisper into hand.
no difference between you and I, both mane’s wild, high neighing cry.
who beast, who man, words mixed up now - successful inside-out plan.
remember ripples~time~hoof - dream dipped darkness print of foot.
swift swagger, starlight sway, greeting cracks, eyelash batts
tail-telling jokes, cracker jacks, jimmy-jangled, chimmy-changa rhumba, labyrinth layered ribbons twirling too fast.
snake skin pillar, hugging tight. spin slower scales.
leaving. blurred lines burrow if stay,
visit another day?
On the Shelf