words used
to describe
what? exaclty?
the edges of an ever expanding universe
moving as it does
to the ever expanding edges of forever
starting at the core
of the big bang
spirit lovers
loving
one
another
in whole
reverberating
ecstasies
of yes
i remember
i remember
put this firmly in the past
long for
just the reverberations
now
the ripples
from where the rock
has allowed itself
to drop
all the way in
same day
this missive
same day
the coconut rattle
at the end of the trail
of webbed universe
falls
on the chocolate mixer
what happens?
he remembers
when he was the coconut?
i was the train?
he fell into the ocean
of chocolate
that made a world
of yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
some explosive
beauty
that shattered the fractal
universe
of love
elizaBeth Benson's poetic journey through her daily life as an artist, mom, spirit, lover, human being
Showing posts with label jungle love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jungle love. Show all posts
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
jungle love
steve miller band sings jungle love from book of dreams
i watch on xm
the floating time and place marker that bounces
from the edges of the screens
i write
poetry
today
i sit
i move between ancestors and alchemy
spirit guides and cleaning up
move through the day following my own impulses
to various soundtracks
downstairs, the dead can dance
upstairs, jungle love
across the room a piece of toast
stands in the toaster
waiting for butter
bacon waits
to be eaten
i have served the dead
and this living one
bounces back and forth
between her facebook life
and her ac-chat
i am here
hearing
the bird calls and bass beat
of jungle love
it's driving me mad
it's making me crazy
i watch on xm
the floating time and place marker that bounces
from the edges of the screens
i write
poetry
today
i sit
i move between ancestors and alchemy
spirit guides and cleaning up
move through the day following my own impulses
to various soundtracks
downstairs, the dead can dance
upstairs, jungle love
across the room a piece of toast
stands in the toaster
waiting for butter
bacon waits
to be eaten
i have served the dead
and this living one
bounces back and forth
between her facebook life
and her ac-chat
i am here
hearing
the bird calls and bass beat
of jungle love
it's driving me mad
it's making me crazy
Labels:
alchemy,
ancestors,
artist in residence,
crazymaking,
jungle love,
poetry
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