Water of Love

Water and Earth give each other form,
without Water, She’d pour dry as sand,
without Earth, She’d rain never to land
without each other, they’d nowhere be

Water is home in cupped hands of Earth,
for She is the chalice from which we live,
while Fire visits only from the safest sight
behind Air’s cool gates does he ever alight

yet that the Four are separate is not so
for Love’s Will binds the above to below,
flowing together: Earth, Water, Air,  Fire
they share the work of that watchful Sire

and Water allows Earth to be Her flow
a supportive sea are richest soils sowed,
the seeds and the roots of great trees,
floating, feed in her denser dark waters

and Water grants Air to stream from afar
currents in the galaxy of the Brightest Star
even informing Him into the mighty clouds
swirling pregnant till swift thunder sounds

finally, Water gives soft sunshowers to Fire
to excite inspiration, from the will to desire,
teaching Him to live gentle upon the Earth
to enchant in kisses all that she has birthed.

The Ache of Earth in Your Dreams

It is difficult to speak the hard truths,
not the truth about someone else’s politics
nor the truth about someone else’s lies,
but the truth about our Earth is hard

that we’ve replaced mystery with dogmatic Ego,
that we’ve disconnected from our birth and death
ignorant of ancient wisdom, indigenous myths,
stories of the underworld and all the heavens

for those have been replaced with psychology:
desires and lusts of Ego struggling to be free
who loves to sing of woe twisted in mortal coil
a vulture without feet to touch a river streaming

The Ego stands here hovering but never moving

seeking the remains of success and riches renown
but in the labyrinth of mind are empty treasures,
never balance, never fulfillment will it ever find,
for it’s severed itself from the roots of the land

and that is the Ego, jealous of the apple tree flowers,
and envious of what remains of Earth’s honey bees,
don’t you notice the Ego inside and outside you?
don’t you feel the ache of Earth in your dreams?

Child to the Stars

I would try to be like the stars,
feet ever sadly upon the ground
I’d look up at that bright family,
a child, truly, ever alone was I;
but I told this not to any soul
and still I’d never wish to tell
that I’m still seeking my own
in moonlight desperate darting
to the lighter parts of shadow
who sing me bits of life and poetry