Two white flowers from the same stamen
My petals were frayed then and I laid down
on golden chambers with mages and sages
for play when suddenly I let go of two ages
of boy and girl child who weren't made.
Later to be reminded of a sweet line
from something I read that said
I am not afraid
because some days
you realize that even though
you thought you lived on
you repeated the same mistake anyways
And there in that Buddhic trance
I find a celandine flower by chance
along the path to add and remember
how I made the member of my beloved
fatherless.
A son with no father
and a father with no son.
The empty heart of a mother
that abandons everyone.
And so the next step is my beloveds to bare
but still with prayer and cedar tucked in my hair
on the path other twin flowers grew there
so because im a bear I harvested there
and wrapped in the bundle
the still fragrant memory
to include his departed dreams
And with it two loves
we had once seen
as our binary star
now far from it
carrying stories
tied but different
braided cuz
here we are
still dreaming it.
And then a thorn
almost nearly bleeds me.
And he’s bleeding too.
And he offers to the land
what it needs to
to let go
and be free from
the trauma codes:
New fresh losses
mom leaving new bosses
and friends still in the matrix
of the city fall far from the grace
I write this in the potato field.
Healing in the garden with bees:
I’ll offer my moon blood if need be
but not on the screens:
it’s too sacred for that:
just in words as tears
that fall on deaf ears
except those who must
know there some medicine here.
Artist Cred: @archaicrevivalpdx
