rocky creek

roars down a rock falls

near the broken concrete dam

salamanders lay their eggs among the watercress 

that spills out from the spring    and where

the farm house stood

a snake’s shed

skin

 

oracle of the turtle

 

 

 

Natalie

Merchant’s voice

and teachings have accompanied

me throughout my adult life. Her

eponymously-titled album

is a masterpiece.

Dive in, stay

in.

 

cut to the chase 🌏 EarthNationLive

 

 

It’s a-coming.

Wild fires, dying lakes,
landslides, hurricanes,
apocalypse in store
like nothing ever seen before.

It’s a-coming.

Third-generation refugees,
street mob burning effigies,
revolution, civil war
like nothing ever seen before.

It’s a-coming.

Pale-horse rider come,
blistered by the morning sun,
tell about what he can see,
crystal ball of mercury.

It’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.

Jungle slashed and jungle burned,
the monkeys and the painted birds
climb the vines, the limbs and leaves,
the lungs that let the whole world breathe.

It’s a-coming.

All the ones that failed to thrive,
starved out and buried alive,
something evil, something free,
calamity.

It’s gonna come.

Space Race, the old Cold War,
atom bomb was gonna settle the score.

You wait and see. It’s a long time coming
but it’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.

Third-generation refugees,
street mob burning effigies,
revolution, civil war
like nothing ever seen before.

Like nothing ever
seen before.

🌏

 

 

Richard Pryor,

that lion-hearted man,

was one of my first and is still one

of my best teachers — in more ways than I

have time to recount. Listen to how mentally and

spiritually high he was near the end of his physical body.

Listen to the body of his work and be informed about

the human condition and the path of a sexual abuse

victim, drug addict, acutely intelligent and

deeply soulful human being.

All praise.