Showing posts with label praise-dirt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label praise-dirt. Show all posts

Monday, September 9, 2013

Dirt Balm


Rock tumbled against rock
produces dirt
(of no mind)
sifts
  onto
   steel plate
               below.
Dirt pile begun,
 to be sacked up
  emptied into
    elephant's pen
 to be sucked up
  inside  that curling long grey trunk,
Dirt
 to be blown out,
  sprayed across that large grey hide
 to keep flies down
 to hide hide from sun
 to cool
 to feel better
ah...dirt on skin
mixed with straw
becomes balm.


Thursday, September 5, 2013

Sermon On The Pile

The morning will begin with an educational orientation.”

Says the farmer,
As she tries to convey the difference 
Between topsoil and compost.
Attempting to answer their bewildered questions.
Becoming visibly surprised when someone asks :

Is dog poop compostable or should I throw it in the trash?”...

Congregations of people are surrounding their mounds.
Pushing clods through their sifting screens.
Pulling out accidental forks, bits of plastic,
Undigested mystery clumps.

It's like kneading dough”...
Says another in childlike delight.

Then the man who asked about dog poop surprises again :

I get it!" He shouts.  "Everything is dissolving and coming apart...becoming a part of...becoming the whole!”
His hands absorbing knowledge from the sweet smelling mix.

The farmer is stunned.

Then it seizes her :

The Sermon On The Pile

+++“Friends ... What you see here is NOT topsoil!   Impossible! /// Hear me Dear Ones! /// When those precious top inches of centuries old fecundity are removed / that complexity has truly evaporated /// Sisters and Brothers! / Nothing can replace it /
Hear me now!/// In the nameless name of the source / Of that which we erode and that which we preserve / We do not make the topsoil! / All we can do is feed / protect it // 
This! // Our truest Wealth!

So I say unto you

Give yourselves to the ordinary compost pile / Tend it well / This sacred culture ///  Feel the revelation // YES! / The biotruth // Not available in digital form /// Eternally more complex than your latest computing device /// OH !! /// Forgive us the arrogance that would posit the World Wide Web as superior alternative to the breathing Web of Wisdom encoded in this heaving pile ///  YEAH!// This living compost /// Spread it open handed on the ailing soil /// Lay your salt belly down on it's medicine! /// Commit it's scent to memory /// Sanctify it /// This Holy tributary /  This taste of that most fundamental Darkness ///  Precursor to all Light /// The absence that speaks of an all encompassing embrace // Of verity // Of consolation /// Hallelujah !" +++

Old World Worship


“Is this the baseline, living, living at last, without all of civilization’s tortured overlay?” —Cecile Pineda


The idiom “down with something”
means bring it literally or
symbolically closer to earth,
that is, exalt it with honor.
Revere it beside or within

this precious ground that we are born
to pass upon. Down with our dreams.
Down with the cornucopias
that grace the tables in our homes.
Down with our lives. Down with our deaths.

Up with the zeal that cuts atoms!
Up with spur-and-bridle fever!
Down with resting uranium!
Ionosphere take those monsters
of bodiless information!

Holy is the altar herself,
this flesh of Gaia—down with Her!


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

dirt haiku


all fruit has grandma
compost fecund ancestor
goo
        slime our mother


i'd rather eat straw
berries than primordial 
stew
         gleet our giver


suckle savories
not pluck rotten cavities
too
        muck our maker


dirt a worm process. 
soils alive! praise be the change
true
         clay our shaker


touching ripe peaches
preferred to swilling earthmold
cruel
         loam our layer


gut of earth, we thank
the damp stagnant mire changing
you
         scat our savior