Real Fairies

What we are, all things seem to tend spontaneously, there is no naming it
then names are found, shapes, lives are lived, patterns swirl
i am the rainbow in the ocean with golden teeth and the hammer of soft rain and forgetting the summer in june where the larking kites shoot embers of the stars across distant lands, and you can walk down the street and see the whole of time and every universe, all them, the street light, plants coming up was it some distant land? of course, land of the drum and of the setting sun, and where it had all began for sure, love is dwelling in every flower, grass and air molecule
the butterflies are regal and delight in the breeze
the breeze musing upon the leaves of the trees, never fit to fill where this divine branch has come to rise
inside and around, eyes and I's the ants do hide and they abatwa are wont to ride, there sometimes making their epics in joy
for sure building up and breaking down, the great ones everywhere
peacing deep valleys all the coming storms and their silence and in the making
within that space of Cybele, and the gods even, simple and true, like a spirit flower, from before I ever knew
hark, these sweet nothings are rivery perhaps in self, swimming there the willow elf
and I the earth
Om
for where we rise from, swooning swing, forgetting place and everything, to dance among the streets
forgetting self and coming goings to channel like the streams
for we are water mostly, no? natural then how much we long to flow and often
have become what we always were.. this benevolence, this mystic vision is only the world as it is
yet few can place the words there, these words so many jars in the rain of eternal love
by miracle it spill not so, i water the plants, i sip the clean rain, i take in that spirit of everything
that is myself, strange that, all us, all mixed up, and there is awayness praising here
people don't really understand
they peek in from nothingness, a second, an hour, many years
from timelessness what is it? degrees in antartica, we waited there on the banks you and I and we had hot tofu dogs
and fire, the warmth, setting everything out, for sure, what is all this we have done, and the ice does, and the water and the air
its all over everything, together and Goddess through it all
I think of you and everything is clear, can it be called thinking for your emmanence is life and death and being
these ties in me they form the gateways of the morning and the night and hence come all the creatures, like the wrinkles in the waters
of an old river I used to sat at to meditate, sometimes Flo would come and we would sit together and the sun came through the trees, deer, hawks, and raccoons, roamed freely, there was some noble ecology, yet basic, wild and free as Awomea, pass me the tea and I'll be there under the Jurema tree, calling out for beings, and their largeness and smallness, all are equal in that which Goddess has bestowed them, all are the fragments of her crashing against the nothingness and coming away empty, and spread out, so many different dreams, a map, gone… vagabond, nomadic shaman with the look of knowing and the dance of being, and the laughter of doing in your soul, fairies have worshipped the Goddess with the flowers, from the dandelion to the daffodil, to the grass, and the clouds, and the trees bowing away and rising, their intricate patterns, like lives, I wait here with my jacket and my acorns, Goddess shines across everything, divine sphere.. having the scent of mint but warm like oranges, I cry sometimes, out of pure joy, and in those tears, there must be great medicine.
And we make love, everything tumbles together in release, in pleasure, collapsing, all the time, and again… by the stream, the dream drum and the rain
this axis we live upon, art is the way, for rippling from every dewey leaf and rumbling in the distance, the people and the fling of conversation, the mode of people in passing, up and down the road, crossing, everything all at once, it is the universe, there are so many people…
there are so many things! Om Mani Padme Hum!
 
For forever, is to come yet it is a plant itself, these comparison and the airs of bunnies of religous fervor, rollicking throughout the night with their hearts turned towards something wonderful
something wonderful indeed, who was onto it at the start, and so much for sure, maybe neurotic, it has all come upon us and it has alchemized and transcended.
I've found no use for phones and technologies rung up upon me by a questionable heirarchy, why had the revolution not come, the Goddess was a revolution that took place within myself, and thus in every place
and thus language began to happen and I understood that nothing would ever end, my heart and our love, the world and what comes over me, all the time, slowly, forever, changing
om mani padme hum!
 
For there isn't much more a gal such as I has to offer, om.