Man-Tree Series

For you, Patty

In honor of Patricia (the hurricane)
sparing the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, where we live…
And as an offering to The One who penned her a note with a request,
that my girl unexpectedly obliged…

dear patty

I Am Here in a room
with Wine
and Prayers (Tabacco)
and new, red lipstick.

Our time changed today, in Mexico…
Oh, how they do.

Some cloudy days by the sea
when the sky eclipses blue-gray opaque waters,
I string nonsensical syllables into Song
much like you,
when you Move Silence.

This non-sense:
a tribute to your absence,
an acoustic concerto on voice
coupled with the whispers of the waves,
accompanied by the beat of the Heart.

Sweet,
like that evening;
dark clouds just blew in.

In the Land Of My Birth,
They say
an ugly voice calls in the Rain.

But isn’t the Medicine Man the one who chants for the Waters to come?

It might not be the sweetest intonation,
but their’s is a Powerful Invocation.

I am an Urban Shaman.
I am the City’s Rainmaker.
Crying down the Heavens like I did that day,
when you led the release of what I carry inside…
O Holiness.

Hear Me Now!
My Body’s Song…
Poetry in Motion.

ENDOCORPORALITY
– ara, 9.2014

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STAINED SENSES

White Sheets
Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.

Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:

For – …
:
.

Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Slowly
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
And now,
there is no rest for me in this place!

So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?

Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.

It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,

and that mysterious scent of yours.

STAINED SENSES

Remembering Past Lives & Loves

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I used to drink alone.
Single, with everyone else partnered except me.

Later taken, my boy stayed home while I partied the nights away.
That didn’t work out, of course.

So I traveled across the open sea,
but not before reaching the height of the heavens with fiery flings,
and other such things.

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On this land, there were those that danced their way into my heart.
In the desert, on the hillside.

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Yet it was the Waters that brought me a great love.
This One’s fear and doubt tore us apart.
So accustomed he had grown to my presence, he came running back into my arms.

Silly me for letting him back in
Again
And again.
No more…no more!

here comes the sun

Nearly a decade now on this side of the Pacific,
who would’ve thought I would be reunited with magic?

And yet, no matter how much of it there is,
stories don’t always have a fairy tale ending.
Heart weary, it is now all a blur.

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The only thing that’s clear is the sight of what lies ahead.

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RAICILLA

I can feel your fermented roots washing down my throat.
   So potent –
yet you don’t burn inside.
Lining my lips with a drop of your Spirit,
a hazy memory of you returns…

You move
   in dark, slow motion
like a cat with white paws and black fur on it’s back.

You danced so gracefully, Love.
And it ripped my Heart to pieces!

Who knew
you would give so much of yourSelf to The Process,
Each Time
Extracting the Very Essence of You to the stage.

You’re Performing again tonight.

So am I.
Giving mySelf to these pages,
   Birthing Red Ramblings
Every evening between breaths.
Curling up and contracting what The Senses perceive
  The Body then stretches
Expresses,
Distilling my Experience into a Blissful Exchange
   Between You & I.

So I propose…
   a toast!

May there be many more moments
   of this Ever-Evolving Eros.

¡Salúd!

RAICILLA
– ara, 2014

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I have not forgotten

This Daily Inspirational Message was originally sent out on June 24th 2013.

I remember it as one of the most synchronistic days of my Life.
A day of small-talk with The One who took the original photograph (Chamela, Mexico, circa 2007).
A day when questions arose, confessions were made, and a passion was re-kindled.

DSC01185This photo was taken from Love, he said…

But what is Love?

Back in the desert, he taught me that Love is Respectful, and Love is Free.

Because it is without need, it seeks to take nothing not freely given. It seeks to hold nothing not wishing to be held. It seeks to give nothing not joyously welcomed…Love is that which is free, for freedom is the essence of what God is, and love is God, expressed.

– Neale Donald Walsh, Friendship with God

Indeed.

Even if you have come and gone,
again…

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I have not forgotten.

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Desert Dreaming

Sitting on a lonely bench, searching for the Sunlight to warm her fragile body,
she saw him.
Dressed in white, in a jovial mood with friends, he skipped his way into town,
and into her Heart.

Their eyes met. They barely spoke.
But when their palms touched…
Fire,
In the Space Between.

Lets walk together, She said.
I shall follow you into the Night, He said.
And thus a pilgrimage into a Desert of Dreams began.

Beneath a blanket of Stars and the gentle embrace of the cold, dark Night,
they Walked.
Side by side, feet stepping onto the sand,
she healed his Heart with the warmth of her hands.

She did not know it then…but it was a Journey that would Heal Her Soul. Lost, many times long ago, searching for love in all the wrong places, this time when she stopped looking and started truly giving,
the kind that lasted Lifetimes would come waltzing in.

Who knew, it would be start of something True…

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Midnight in Paris

Finally saw the movie after buying the DVD forever ago.

So funny. So true. So Woody Allen…
The can-can scene made me cry.

The book that Gil Bender (Owen Wilson) wrote may or may not have been a hit, but his book’s character should be able to get this one…

 

One day,

when the rain pours down in Paris

I shall find solace

in a dusty, old nostalgia shop.

I will find you,

again

As I did in the desert

many Lifetimes ago.

Don’t worry…

You’ll know its Me,

as You did

when I first Touched You.

Blessed Union of Souls

You’ll know…

I promise.

My Loving is unmistakable.

You’ll know.

 

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You’ve changed…
You smell sweeter now.
Oddly enough,
Aged
You’re more playful;
Fleeting.

How you’ve grown…
Wiser.
Stronger.
More beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

And yet,
so much remains the same.
Love,
Respect;
The Uncertainty of What Shall Happen Next.

Shhhh…
Be with Me in This Moment,
Its all we get this Time!

Don’t let the fear of tomorrow take away the glory of today!

This is All There Is,
so take what I have to give.
I don’t care what you’ll do tomorrow,
I just need to love who you are today.

This is my offering.

Love that flows and is received is Medicine.
Pent up inside; trapped –
It is poison.

Don’t leave me here tomorrow to die a slow death.

 

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Goodbye to the Bitter, My Sweet

Bitter
This Medicine is bitter
The smell of incense tricks you into thinking it is sweet
But no,
The smoke of remembering our past is bitter.

What did you think?
That our coming together would be delicious?
One must first mourn
the death of what was
before delighting in the birth of the new.

Better
I’m now better
Infusing this Space
With Silence
My gaze
Lonely memories of you
An exhale…
After holding my breath all throughout your stay.

Goodbye, my sweet.
You’ve healed me.

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