Pain

Is a hard raft

In an ocean of no-name

 

Pain

Reminds me I’m alive

And that I still have

So much to learn

(Re)Birth, Divine Family, Dear Pattie

(Re)Birth

 

Birth is when

The lights

Down every corridor

Of conscious possibility close

And I cannot breathe

Inner Mordor

In this desolate space

At the frontier of my ascetic monk

And sneaky, hungry Gollum

The king of Eden flees

In terror of the wraiths of the land

Dark Mother

Dark Mother of mine

You crush me

With naked, fibrous vines

In the depth of your teeming womb

The darkness floods

I let it drown me

 

Nurtured by dreams of Nature’s vast bosom

I rest in the bathtub,

There’s no light

Just a tender belly

And you, Dark Mother

Suffocating me with life

 

Dark Mother, what I see churns within

The frightening, thunderous force of yin

Turning the world like an elemental hologram

Feasting on light like my pale skin

 

Dark Mother moans, listens, heals herself

Nourishing the muscular primal fibers

Of my innocent, divine, masculine child

Frozen and malnourished

Over the ages, lost in the wild

Tremblingly clutching the steel cord of destruction

But brimming with Dark Mother’s

Angry, wild poetry.

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From Constipation to Nature’s Vibration

I see the thread

Of a pained hunched constipated body

Riveted mind, eyes dashing anxiously

Amassing indexes of information

Assuaging the institutional data quota

Surviving through a psychic slog

Into Overtown

I pushed off the pavement as my longboard coasted away from the Historic Overtown Metro station. “God’s Plan” by Drake bumped in my earbuds. I felt like I was winning, and giving an abundance like king Drizzy Drake.

As I coasted into the heart of Overtown down 3^rd Ave, though, I felt a shift in my gut. From the pit of my belly came the feeling: “Oh shit, this is real.” I had a few bananas and plantain chips with me, so Gollum at least knew that he’d be fed. But Frodo writhed outward. Not only did I have to trust in myself and those around me, but I also had to show up with sincerity and heart presence.

Gollum Shows Frodo the Way into Overtown

This weekend I went out to the Overtown community garden project, spearheaded by the Miami-based nonprofit permaculture design company Inhabit Earth. At the site, there are loads of compostable bags filled with soil for annual plantings along with extensive mulch rows for future food forest style plantings. A kind, wise woman named Lily takes care of the shaded nursery area of the property where all the future garden residents are currently being incubated. There are over 90 lemongrass pots, 200+ malanga, and an assortment of other herbs and tubers that will populate the long mulched rows set up by volunteers weekend after weekend here. I’m sure the ecology of the garden will be abundant and beautiful.  The biggest need that the garden has, besides water, is the people to meet our fellow plants and soil.

Gollum Writes a Poem

I want to get you to love

Or at least pity me

And feed me your gourmet food

Earth League

Hearts slough their way

Through the hypnotized haze

Embalming us in a feverish daze,

Alone, gazing at the psychosis.