by Daniel Singer
Wonder what I was thinking, as we locked eyes and circle-danced,
too drunk on sweat and fire to notice when
three in the morning came?
For the mystery of it, what I wondered was this: what if
I’ve locked eyes and been dancing with God, through you?
Sex and death and All That Is Everything in between. Has
heaven been looking back at me this whole time through your eyes? We
ate the same food, drank the same water; perhaps you are like me, of mortal flesh. Divinity is
ninety-nine percent an artifact of our own projections anyway; something most of us have forgot-
For each other, we dance at
three in the morning, until we get
to that semi-liquid place where we
wonder what would happen if we started using God’s other name…
© Daniel B Singer 19 May 2015Posted in Poetry | Tagged Daniel B. Singer | Comments Off
I Disagree: a short but heartfelt rant dedicated to the poet who currently calls herself Oriah Mountain DreamerJuly 16, 2015
by Steve Trombulak
She says, “I don’t care what you do for a living.”
But I do, and I want to know why you do it.
Does it feed your soul?
Will it feed the world?
Will it lead you to your heart’s longing?
Or is it merely a safe path
A safe haven
Chosen for reasons you are embarrassed to say.
A betrayal to your own life and a world
That needs you now to dig in with both hands.
She says, “It doesn’t matter to me where or what or with whom you’ve studied.”
But I disagree.
I want to know all of these things …
And I really want to know what you have learned.
What books have you read and how did they change you?
And how would you change them?
What have you written, and how has that unlocked your ability
To dream of a better world?
And will it all lead to you teaching others what you’ve learned?
Making them makers of more knowledge …
And more makers.
She says, “It doesn’t interest me how you came to be here.”
Really? How can that possibly be?
I can think of nothing more important about understanding who you are
Than knowing where you came from.
And how you got from there to here
And why you chose that path
Or how you found the courage to travel a path
Chosen for you
Despite the debris and detours.
That will tell me much about whether I can count on you
To stand with me in the fire
Or in the dark
Armed only with the truth.
I don’t want to know if you can live with failure.
I want to know if you can learn from it
With eyes clear
So that when you stand at the edge of the lake
You shout, “I will never make that mistake
Again,” and mean it.
I don’t want to know if you can see beauty everyday.
I want to know if you can bend your back
And break a sweat
To create beauty and be a source of strength
And inspiration for those who need it.
Let me peer into the house you have built.
Let me know what you will stand for
And who you will stand with.
Let me know who you are striving to become so that
I might know if I can stand with you.
copyright 2012 by Steve TrombulakPosted in Poetry | Tagged Steve Trombulak | Comments Off July 16, 2015
by Steve Trombulak
Modified from a poem by Gary Snyder
(But I like my version better.)
I pledge allegiance to the soil
Of Turtle Island
And to the life which upon it stands.
One planet, under the Sun,
With fertility and diversity for all.Posted in Poetry | Tagged Steve Trombulak | Comments Off July 14, 2015
by Emily Cavin
Some years ago
I had a magical night
At the Fire Circle
And was able to share that magic
With everyone there
The next day people thanked me
Appreciated my offerings
And I guess, frustrated performer that I sometimes am,
I became confused
Unable to distinguish
Not clear enough to choose
And claiming the channel as my own
Between Ego and Spirit
Expectation and Openness
To the Truth
of Circling On
A few years later
I created some static
At the Fire Circle
I thought it was working
Though my point of view
Was narrower than I knew
The next day I was criticized
By one who claimed
“Everybody is saying – someone needs to talk to you”
Turns out that wasn’t quite true
Man! – that made me angry at the unkind “master”
But then things shifted
The master’s partner
A favorite drummer of mine
Had to face that threshold
To stand before that door indelibly marked
and I could be angry no more
It is interesting to see what falls away
What doesn’t serve to keep me
Although ashamed to admit it now
I used to judge others, judge their offerings
At the Fire Circle
Only sometimes, never out loud, but still, too often
“That doesn’t feel authentic”
“That’s arrogant, that’s over-rehearsed”
until one night, an unsought voice
Inside myself but somehow not my own
Struck me with these words:
“Not only are you being unkind
adopting such an attitude – but know this:
given the journey you seek to make by coming here,
YOU ARE GETTING IN YOUR OWN WAY!!”
Such wisdom could be gained by
Now that I did know
I watched for signs
At the Fire Circle
And sure enough there came a night
Just wasn’t working for me
OK – so be it
No need for judgment – Let it go
Until the next night – Like Magic!
Oh! How well it’s working now!
Seemingly for all of us,
Rocking, flying, soaring, shining
Voices, drums, dances, stillness
Held in the hands of Beings beyond ourselves
And I knew it as the culmination
Of all the moments,
All the nights that came before
It simply could not be
Had last night been any different
That’s just how it happens
That’s just how it keeps on
Come the final dawn
of that gathering
At the Fire Circle
Someone is speaking
On and on and on -
And on and on
Again, for me, not quite working
On some level,
So I find another
Look up, look up!
It’s almost sunrise
The sky is nearly light
The Maple leaves
strung like petals from the Trees
witnessing our Circle
Are growing green out of the darkness
And there are birds, beautiful birds!
Different shapes, different sizes
Speaking their own language, sharing their songs
Sailing over us, crossing through center
Each flight a unique silhouette
I am spellbound
Held by the web of mystical morning coming to this mountain top
Waves of Day breaking on this Enchanted Island
I have come to a place
Where I am at a loss in my life
Shaken, a stranger to myself
As if I stand on shifting sands
And yet it seems I will always know
The Earth beneath my feet
Find my path lit by Spirit Fire
Can always add my voice
to the ringing music riding on the Wind
And feel the gratitude
Flowing through the Water
That is offered, and that I offer
To this sacred place
This gathering of Beings
Seen and unseen
Intuited and alchemized
Dancing and Still
Mortal, Elemental, Energetic
All coming together
Being found by what we seek
If we have faith and keep an open mind
If we lend a hand and follow our feet
And our hearts
To the Fire Circle
We will find our way to what we need to know
We will continue to grow on the journey
We will thrive as we continue
Circling OnPosted in Poetry | Tagged Emily Cavin | Comments Off July 24, 2014
by Eva Wyld Dandylion
I want to be like the Apple Tree, who trusted the ground enough to Surrender to Gravity.
Just like the Space Between the Dirt and the Mighty Oak’s Roots-
Gravity is a Friend, Friends are Community,
And all of our Roots are tied up together and we can help each other Stand Up as TALL as we can Grow to Be.
But sometimes, we forget our Roots and we Burn our loved ones,
Ashes to Ashes, We ALL Fall Down.
I Dream of a World where we FIND and LIVE in the Between,
When we know that we CAN Create Our Dreams!
That Free Flow is as easy as 1,2,3,
Listen to the trees~ sing sweet songs of Whispered Wonders, OPEN SESAME!
Give the Treasure to all of the Rest of Me,
The rest of me that is my One World Community.
The ones who I love SO DEARLY that I would give them ALL of my Treasure…
I give them my Treasure just by letting them love me.
They give me theirs by loving the Best of Me and Supporting the Worst.
I love My Family, My Community, they mean EVERYTHING to me,
Even when the waters are rising and my eyes are cryin’ and I don’t feel strong enough to save them.
But we can help each other Save Ourselves.
Reach out that helping hand and say:
“I KNOW WE CAN!”
Hand in Hand surviving on this land, helping each other live.
Reminding each other that we’re EXACTLY who we’re supposed to be.
Reminding Each Other to Tell Ourselves EVERYDAY that NO ONE can EVER take “Me” away from “Me”
Because Fate is on the Side of Me,
The Side that can’t be argued with the divine knowledge I’ve got locked away in this Vault Noggin, this Souuuul Wagon,
Ride me over to the Field of Dreams where I’m no longer a slave to societies expectations.
I’ll find and cut my OWN Path to “Enlightenment”- Thank. You. Very. Much!
Take the water in my hands and wash away my Sins of Lives Past,
Anoint me with Golden Clarity, Sweet Sincerity of how you REALLY feel!
Show me the Whole Heart and not just the parts that you’re afraid of.
Masks fall off and shatter, the screech of the glass platter all over the floor into a zillion pieces….
Now try to pick the pieces up…. And GLUE your False Façade back together.
It’s not Easy, I gather, to continue pretending to be Someone Who You’re Not.
Open the Door to Infinite Light, it’s inside of you all of the time,
You JUST need the Key of Belief.
Belief will take you as high as Heaven, even to the Moon and back,
Reach the Depths of Hell, survive it, and swear to the Devil in your soul that you’ll NEVER tell!
Your FULLEST authentic passion within LOVE~
YOU NEVER EXPRESS IT!
You’re always so worried you keep tryna’ TEST IT!
Well baby cakes, that Holy water in your heart be CLEAN
So quit stickin’ that toe in peeps and DIVE into the DEEP!
Your Date With Mystery.
Try something different, alls gotta change at some point- ACCEPT IT!
With Grace and Gratitude for the Unknown.
An Angel once spoke to me and it said:
“DON’T STOP, BELIEVING!”
NEVER Stop Believing, Your Journey Has Only Begun.
© 2011 by Eva Wyld DandylionPosted in Poetry | Tagged Eva Wyld Dandylion | Comments Off July 19, 2014
by Eva Wyld Dandylion
I am in love with a Man,
Yet I have been saying in my mind over and over-
WHY IS HE *SO* IMPORTANT TO ME?!
Does he realize, how long I have been willing to sit?
By my computer- writing for Hours upon Hours-
Making Edits upon Edits.
Just WAITING- for HIM to realize
That I- Am Important- Too?
I spend my days,
Eyes draining, soul straining,
Trying to get these fucking words out-
And FIXING them-
OVER AND OVER- because they can ALWAYS be better.
And sometimes, I know, that you don’t even open my letters.
Baby, I don’t have OCD-
I’m just trying to repeat the words ENOUGH-
So that you can really *HEAR* me!
So you can hear the words, I specially craft to be understood within your OWN language.
I get SO FRUSTRATED!
When I come across people who aren’t as committed as I am.
We’re all striving for the SAME thing right?!
So why can’t they put in as much effort as I did?
I could attempt to learn EVERYTHING there is to know about the concept of Giving Love- and DIE before ever mastering the art of truly knowing it.
I spend every waking hour of my existence
Working to make my authentic heart available to EVERYONE and REALLY SHOWING IT!
I have devoted my life to studying
This one- single- subject.
I have what some may think of as Unrealistic Expectations,
Because I’m holding myself and others to Higher-Self Standards of Perfections.
Perfection to me-
My understanding of Perfection-
Contains beautiful flaws, over-the-top guffaws, a collection of colorful and uniquely twisted straws-
You know, the bendy kinds?
The ones that we as kids needed or else REFUSED to drink our glasses of milk unless we had that uniquely shaped straw?
THAT- is a Child’s Version- of Perfection.
Because LORD KNOWS, as stated by Mama Discipline-
She is NOT leaving this table until she drinks her milk,
And LORD KNOWS- that Wildly Rebellious Girl
Will NEVER drink her milk- Until-
She Gets. Her Bendy. Straw.
And what are the Drawbacks of aspiring to attain Pure Excellence?
The times when you get yourself locked in the swirling vortex of your own mind,
Telling yourself that you’re just wasting time-
Trying to have your VOICE in this world, but you’re just too afraid for anyone else to hear it-
Simply- because- it- isn’t- PERFECT.
I re-named myself Wyld this year,
And at the time, I didn’t think I was WILD!
I didn’t even believe it.
I just KNEW that I REALLY WANTED TO BE IT!
I wanted to WILDLY PROCLAIM my FREEDOM
And no longer be afraid of the public’s judging eyes,
OR their groaning sighs of misunderstanding-
When people want you to just STOP talking
Because they have absolutely ZERO interest
In what you’re saying or what you believe in…
Leaving you- with a foul taste in your mouth from the words you’ve choked back for years- wishing to SCREAM:
I AM WORTHY OF YOUR LOVE AND RESPECT SIMPLY *BECAUSE* I AM HUMAN!
I HAVE. THE RIGHT. TO EXIST!
We have so many useless competitions in this world,
Why are we not having never-ending challenges for:
“Let’s see who can try to love each other MORE!”
You know ACTUALLY-
This is a game that you play with your sons and daughters,
The one where they ask you: “How much do you love me?”
And you- stretch your arms out as WIIIIIDE as you POSSIBLY CAN-
Expressing: “I love you THIS MUCH!”
And your child responds back by trying to GROOOW their limbs to match your example.
It goes on for a while,
But eventually ~the game stops.
Because you both then realize in that moment
That your arms Just Aren’t Long Enough.
To really SHOW- each other how BIG the LOVE in your heart IS
To the point where you know it to be SO TRUE that you don’t HAVE to keep asking!
Maybe, I should stop reading books about love and start practicing my stretching…
Because we are NEVER going to know how much we care for each other until we start taking ACTION!
We’re all too busy with our noses pressed up against clocks,
With our brains TRAPPED in our calendars
Just trying to schedule time for survival
AND when it’s most convenient for you to show your Wife how much you appreciate her.
There somehow- never- seems- to be- enough- time.
Take your heads out of the sands of denial-
Long enough to remember that there are STILL reasons on this planet to Smile.
BECAUSE THIS WORLD HAS SO MUCH BEAUTY IN IT!
And there are people willing to spend their ENTIRE LIVES trying to WAKE YOU UP to show you it!
I would know. Because I am one of those people.
Yeah, I’ve laughed in my own mind thinking, “Oh lord, I’m someday going to be that stereotypical Hippy Girl whose MAIN mission in life becomes about getting people in a circle to sing Kumbaya.”
And I’ll ALSO probably be the first girl to mess with the lyrics and make it’s own rap version called: “Kum-by-YEYEAH!”
♪♪ All we wanna do is sing and laugh together, oh- birds of a feather- no we’ll never be apart!
Because Lord knows,
That ALL we want to do is sing and laugh TOGETHER,
And- SLEEP TOGETHER…
because we all KNOW how much SAFER we feel
With our loved one’s soft breathes soothing- us- to sleep.
Because lord knows, that all we want to do is Dance and Laugh and Cry and Pray,
Tell each other that “It’s ALL going to be OKAY!”
THAT is what you DO for your loved ones!
You GIVE THEM the reassurance they need to hear,
That you are going to BE THERE-
That you will stop at NOTHING- to BE THERE-
That you- are GOING- to stick- around.
Come hell or high water, you ASSURE your loved ones:
“I WILL BE THERE!”
♪♪ I’ll be there, I’ll be there….. Whenever you want me, I’ll be there. ♪♪
I feel that’s the only thing from each other-
We Ever Really NEED To Know.
© 2013 by Eva Wyld DandylionPosted in Poetry | Tagged Eva Wyld Dandylion | Comments Off July 19, 2014
by Daniel B. Singer
Meet me here
where smoke and light and heat and night
where trembling hands and hearts just might
Meet me here
beneath the sky, between the trees
upon the dirt, upon our knees—
where truth is told
your fear: be bold
and let me fold
in this place
face to face—
© 2014 Daniel B. SingerPosted in Poetry | Tagged Daniel B. Singer | Comments Off July 22, 2013
I had no idea
so I went to the bones,
the skulls, and the dirt;
seeking counsel from those
who had gone before me
- silence -
Perhaps, like the simple child,
I did not even know
how to ask the question –
I spoke my heart
confused and stumbling and
more than a little bit
indeed, this is why I sought their wisdom
in the First Place
- silence -
Some kind of snarky ancient master?
“The answer lies within you, Grasshopper”
telling me this
by telling me
I found a trance
I let go of as much as
I could let go
and I looked
and I stumbled
more than just a little bit awkward
I had gone within
- silence -
So I went to the trees
to the Green Ones in the cove
seeking counsel from the ones
who had seen the beginning
- silence -
In cahoots with the bones and skulls and dirt
to deny me
In the darkness, I closed my eyes
perhaps when there is naught to hear
there might be something
An emerald green light
seeped into my field of view
displacing the darkness;
I welcomed it
hoping this was the trees speaking
Eagerly, I waited.
The green light filled my sight
the sun had appeared to me
deep in the night
YES! Bring me the light!
… please …
Illuminate the way
so that I might
- I waited -
Gold gave way
to green and
back to gold again
like a child taking first steps
determined and hesitant
and falling down
Unable to walk tonight,
I laid down to sleep
perchance to dream
of green and gold
of bones and skulls and dirt
And I awoke
No clearer than the night before…
I guess I should just
go talk with her.
© 2013 by Daniel B. SingerPosted in Poetry | Tagged Daniel B. Singer | Comments Off August 31, 2012
knowing and not knowing
… whether we are the seeker or the oracle
… the priest or the parishioner
because the answer
And we are also the Temple.
a sacred and spontaneous
- of fire and breath and water and pulse and motion;
- as fleeting as it is eternal
- burning bright in the night
- and gone in the dawn;
Fluid as our blood
Solid as our bones
Transient as our breath
And eternal as our spirit.
Our heartsong is our liturgy
And in this Temple,
We are each other’s priests and priestesses
Irrevocably ordained at birth
By the simple virtue
Of being alive.
Our Service runs
until it’s done,
… be that at dawn
… or in the night
We just know
when the time is right
Then we depart
and return to our other Homes
Knowing and not knowing
… whether we were the priest or the parishioner
… the seeker or the oracle
Because the answer
And we were also the Temple.
© 2012 by Daniel B. SingerPosted in Poetry | Tagged Daniel B. Singer | Comments Off July 19, 2012
by Amanda Giles
I’ve been wanting to write me some
I’ve seen those cool cats on the TV
and thought – why can’t that be me?
I can walk and chew gum
I can pat my head and rub my tum
I ain’t dumb, but usually
the words won’t come.
Sometimes I make the time
I sit with my pencil in hand and I…
stare blankly at the wall.
I feel rushed so I try to force it out
Try to get some movement,
but my thoughts are just constipated
My mind has a vision of how
the poetry will look and sound.
It will be big
It will be profound
It will be both inspiring and self-effacing
It will be comedic and pure
In my mind, I will deliver it like the sassy urbanite
who was born knowing more than you
and who has more attitude than Doctor Who.
I will get every intonation just right
so that when I am done -
you will see the light.
You see last year here I rocked a piece,
but the words were another’s I couldn’t keep.
I promised myself then,
I was going to write some words to throw down
a poem or two I could truly call my own
And through the past year
I did scribble and scratch,
but I wasn’t pulling no rabbit from my hat
Now the night before Spiritfire
I lay in my bed
running over my lists,
crossing things off in my head.
I felt sure I had drifted -
I know that I had.
Then unbidden the thoughts came racing through
not what to pack or things to do.
I tried to tell myself – this really won’t do
Don’t you know that it’s quarter of two?!
But the muse can be fickle
and my promise was still unmet
So I climbed out of bed -
grabbed my robe and a pad
and I scribbled this poem that you have now had
And I said to myself – That wasn’t half bad
But I can’t end this poem
without throwing you a bone
Something to gnaw on
and take home for your own
So here it is…
This message is true.
if I can write it, so can you!
© 2011 Amanda GilesPosted in Poetry | Tagged Amanda Giles | Comments Off ← Older posts