Stick 75 - Black Seed Sheets

Black Seeds on White Sheets

Sometimes, when you least expect
hidden secrets reach up from seed pod aspects

Sometimes, when you least expect
the female will remain strong, while the man struggles to belong

Sometimes, when you least expect
the road to a place becomes the road to help replace

Sometimes, when you least expect
the white cross of loss, becomes the peaceful new growth moss

Sometimes, when you least expect
the eucaluptus trees, become the road-beacons that help set you free

Stick 74 - Paint Palet Dinner

The invisible colours on my stick plate...

I scooped my yellow
it tasted of warm friendship around a veld fire

I dipped my aqua
it tasted of energy laughs lazing in a summer pond

I cut my forrest green
it tasted of intimacy and skin on skin

I mixed my purple
it tasted of strong opinions and taking sides

I swallowed my blue-grey
it tasted of keeping sadness and loneliness at bay

I left a little red
it tasted of the exciting life I have not yet led

Stick 73 - Ode to a Ritual

Remember to do this alone...

When summer came
so did nature's ritual flirting game
My anticipation echoed the full moon that night
the night before the beginning of the warm summer light

The ritual is followed to the letter of an unwritten law
it starts with the fact that you must be alone
so you take off your shoes and paint your toenails bright pink
then you match-make your feet with remote beach white sand 

No human but you
should walk towards the limestone rock proud and true 
drag your hand over the rock, till you feel the first cut
taste the salt of the blood and the salt of the sea

Take off all your clothes and be sure to go slow
then wait for the seagull to dive-fly and screech a hallo
walk towards the crisp cold ocean holding onto the balming sun
and be sure to undo your hair to create some added fun

Dig your toes deep deep into wet water sand
and let the waves giggle brightly, as water stream through your hand
the inquisitive shallow sea will now circle your shy female hips 
as your curves mirror the round arches of the breaking wild wave sea lips

As you lean back to float on the aqua of the ocean's music note
You abandon all thought of losing your hope
because the orchestra of water will surround you in sound
you'll fall in love with your nature lover and forever be ritual bound

Stick 72 - Female Clay

Dear God
I thank you with all my human heart
for the women you lovingly created
those wonderful females of note, in the scrolls of ancient and old  

Eve, who came first and led the way

I believe she was stunningly beautiful
I see her sun-ray smile as peach juice drip from her whimsical lips
Just before she shares that apple with him, after she was explicitly warned not to

Ruth, who lost her beloved so early

I see her large grieving soulful questioning eyes
I imagine her humble softness and the warmth of her loyalty gift
When all expected her to return home, she stayed and saved the day

Abigail, the wife of the revered King David

Her wisdom and integrity set her apart
Her refusal to give in to the evil that came, just before she met her handsome King
I see the respect her King-husband held for her
as she debated, discussed and dared to differ
while absent-mindedly turning her second marriage ring

Mary, the woman who birthed your son

I see her acceptance of the supreme, sublime and utmost divine
understood only in the spiritual realm
I seek to emulate the unconditional love she held for her darling son
I dream of her musical laughter, as I desire to emulate her calm

I bow before you now my Lord
It's very late at night
I join my hands in prayer tonight
 

I hope to meet these women one day
I place myself in your hands this day
and I feel ultimately safe to stay
as a willing happy bundle of busy female clay

Stick 71 - The Wishbone Stick

Wishbone Marathon

I wish I wish
we were all predisposed to greenleaves of ever good

I wish I wish
we were all under-exposed to withering leaves of ruin and rot

I wish I wish
we were all superimposed upon strong branches of respect and grace

I wish I wish
we were all supposed to drink wisdom-water from greenleaf gatherings

I wish I wish
we never proposed breaking the wishing bone

I wish I wish
that the break did not cause one to lose and one to gain

I wish I wish
two branches remained as one, in a mystical wishing bone marathon

Stick 70 - Upside Down

Upside Down and Inside Out

Have you ever seen Chinese money coins float
Have you ever seen the power of the possibility of what seemed so remote
 
Have you ever seen the clear water in the Laoshan mountain wishing well
Have you ever seen the power of the stories that the monks there foretell

Have you ever seen the calm acceptance-breath in crisp mountain air
Have you ever seen the power of the wisdom of Confucius laid bare

Have you ever seen the beauty of the now and the here
Have you ever seen the power of those who embrace
an upside-down and inside-out
human space,
here, there and every-everywhere

Stick 69 - Consequence Arteries

Arteries of consequence...

My curiosity led to fosicking in the moonlight
My discovery led to unbelievable arteries of insight

My velocity led to movement and flights of freedom
My naivity led to unparallaled warnings by those who worship reality

My sexuality led to joyous journeys in the magic beyond
My physicality led to tracing arteries of the deceptive body bond

My amorality led to hindrance and dispair
My luminosity led to clarity of the importance of flair 

My nonconformity turned fearful traditionals away
My search for goodness-arteries led my heart to never ever waver or delay