butterfly swarmsong for human(s)
{{don't think of it as one voice}}
{{more sibiliant, sussurating
a way the air moves from our wings}}
{{"voice of earth" a speciesist projection}}
{{what strange voicemath from a species who thinks
each one of them is separate}}
{{iwe pray for you(all)(each)(all) at times
while slirpslipgiddying
on the mothertrees}}
{{this prayer}}
{{may you feel the sweet embrace (nectar bellied from
so many flowerbeings) withoutquestion of your belonging
amongst so many sistren wingeds}}
{{embedded in the great mosaic, the tender
touch of trunk to leg and hand}}{{the whisper of jubilant
feather bodies warmfluttering as the waterair comes}}
{{feeling certain of your direction as youtheyall fly in
ancient grooves to eldergroves,
knowing with ancestral certainty
this is the way to peace,}} {{this is the way
togetherness. to neverbelost, always clear, lifted, companioned
gentled and provisioned by starbursts of sweet
delight, to flit-arc trajectories of wholeness: this}}{{is the
way, calliopesong of sunrise,
of moon}}{[this is the way, peace}}
{{this is the way home}}
Scooter, I'm so moved by the transcendent-beyond-written-language aspects of your recent posts *(actually going back quite a ways). This I can hear in my head as soundscape, a collaboration with Amy X. Neuburg for example (http://www.amyxneuburg.com/) (though she can be quite jangly...)
ReplyDeleteI love the word "neverbelost"
I puzzled enjoyably over "youtheyall" reading it as youth-e-ya'll for a while.
I think your set up to the poem is handled quite gracefully and articulately (calling it a "speciesist projection" felt just right.
Oh--voicemath! What a great word!