Storycatching / Ghost Prints
April 2017
STORYCATCHING
the curation of, the creation of
old gut-wrenching legends you love
Two hands here
dusty skin & wrinkles like roads
Who stands near ?
the Seeker & that which is sought
A gossamer net for ancestral dreams
a vessel of lessons
or so it seems
Thus is a pathway to bliss
such is a past way to reminisce
alchemical syllables of future immortality
then & here in fabled gallery
Truth be told if only asked
& you sit there with such
an inquisitive tongue
Listen more than you speak,
Wise One whispered
You'll be amazed
at the things you hear
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Storytimes
gather around, absorbing sounds
of old plot lines
Know it well, the age-old rituals
as keepers of the Sacred standing at vigil
Utter agony & sanguine ecstasy
sensuous syntax depicting a journey
Spanning spectrums of humanity
of space & time & their continuity
So what do you make of the here & now ?
Ever it was & always it is
The best of times
the worst of times
all in
enigmatic dual singularity
...
Storytelling
sublimating to, subjugating to
old bloodletting
Dear One,
break bread with me
Near One,
four times around a fire circle you go
Soaking sweat & sticky smoke
singing solemn Spirit songs
surrender them steaming in your throat
Blunt darkness
Heavy patience
Epic void
nothing & nothing
until something until
A message flashes, crashes through
direct Great Mystery
just for you
Herein lies the medicine
This is true birthright
...
Storylines
reminding of, defining of
old bloodlines
Run the course, do what thou wilt
submit yourself as a conduit
It takes practice, you know
intentional honing of the very soul
Such to have the purest honor
to collect them like marbles in a mason jar
What was given & then revoked
inked on paper & up in smoke
There is no proof, save these words
What record exists, other than this ?
Who among us can separate
The Dancer from The Dance
The Dreamer from The Dream
Or, for that matter,
The Teller from The Tale ?
I am that
that I am
...
We are surely all of these :
Hunting amongst the Evergreens
Wishing on the Moon
Crying for a Vision
Desperate to Heal
...
Please,
hold me close & tell it to me again
In this way I fall asleep
in dozens of tiny & tender waves
Your voice caresses one ear
your noble drumbeat heart
echoes
in the other
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