Coyote Shaman Scouts Through The Sepulchers


I am moving through mud and dead reeds

Over rain pocked ice through saplings

Over logs and bark flakes

In the deep wintering of my life

I carry the medicine of a quickened story

For those who forgot who they are

And where they come from

I raise my hand up by my star crown

Where the many worlds pass through

And speak to the earth and beyond


Unplug yourself from the ghost of life

All entries that describe you

As  the last person down the hall

No one understands

A stranger that travels beneath

The leather sun

All meaning extracted

From the corralled herd

You have become sea glass

Worn polished but no longer clear


Gather your many selves

In the ceaseless becoming

When the old self dies inside you

A new places chooses the increased you

The many places of the same name

Center that changes and changes again

With compass directions silent in the wish shadows

Until we rattle awake again

Lift the dead you to the drum rise

Dissipate gather in storm

Feel the yearning sloughing off

On your way back to the original you

Beginnings before beginnings

Awake from your bog cotton sleep

Return among your own kind

With the earth seed tremble in your heart

Inside the seed is darkness and growth

Slow work of embodying the soul

Attend the calling fire of the sun

Connective tissue to indigenous roots

Bless the many worlds with your vision


I whisper to those who know

But with most I retreat deep in my cave

Drum to their ancestors for quickening

With my winding chant of a song


Seed to dust to seed

The eyes are seeds of insight

The ears are seeds of wisdom

Your touch fills the world with seeds

It’s with labor that you become the seed

The seed dreams of you

Becoming the seed grower

We sow all we do not know

Into the hollow skull container

Food for the deities


Each pass through the underworld

I come out with new stories

They swell and spread like bear dreams in hibernation

Antlers growing in constellations

Somehow they manage to keep me alive

Keep me human an ancestor repeating

Those before me and those after me

I am their thoughts arriving now

They tell me as I tell myself

Of our eviscerated myths

Bound to a dark shelf


The primal eloquent moon

Still adheres to ancient foundations

Still who really cares about the oval passage

Of our own home spinning

Light reflecting to know ourselves

From the torpor of pillaged dreams

Our pilot house of shipwrecks

Steered by factory mannequins of power

Puppet governing churning out more demi-gods

For the slave race anesthetized in rote abstractions

We have no idea who each other are now

Ravenous need for fantastical identity

To satiate the grandiose ego


Still there’s opportunity for upheavals chaos

To find its natural order

Coyote displaces the pendulum of my mind

Replaces it with a restless three am

Makes the vacuum cleaner break

On the hair of the dog

I savior the loneliness of moonless nights

Deepening my nocturnal thoughts

I brush my incisors in mica mirrors

While praying through my fangs

For the beautiful dawn

We coyotes always size you up

You have to earn respect naturally

From the natural world

Your circumference has lost its connection to center

Living between the two is the gravity of the soul

Will you honor this journey your earth council bestows


We are like rivers always moving to the sea

But already there

These instances

Are like what’s between

Each letter in a word

Alone more alone than before

Alone with aloneness

I am inside behind the wall

I am inside it

I couldn’t tell you what it is

Moving my hand along

Moving the rain down

The wind into itself


Search for the lucid way

Try reading the slow curve of the day

Swirling coyote hairs in river eddies

Scribing the earth for you

On your way to the far sea

Driftwood guitars still breathe

Beneath the deep

Parts of you thought lost

Can reunite in this transmigration

It is something that is hard to define

You cannot teach touch express

The song words of giants inside you

Keep sharpening the horizon


I hear the sounds of planets in scales of bone

Can you pick up the flight of my healing song

To the planets beginning before blue

Before seed and green before green

A story pulled from the sky to rest on

To heal grey hues of shadows worn

Oceanic skirmishes with the self

Storm seeking beauty in the calm wilds

Giant shadow heads of trees

Trying to teach me my roots

I drink the inner bark of pau d arco

Through the rings of this dreaming tree

Visions pass through the earth

My body hears the whale heart in the verdant water beads

The small energetic heart of snake

Moth wing in the court of clouds

I am gripped by a presence

Winged  beings at my cradle board

Your called to see this so you will

Be what will help awaken earth’s people

Many will recognize you as one of their own

For others you’re a poem that drifts out of reach

Unaware in their distant shadow waters


It’s time I search the coyote dens for you

I bring my drum skin and bone shards

My little fire that whispers in red smoke

I shake my rattle seeds into your blood

Growl to heighten your senses

Scratch the granite floor stirring the serpents

The village dogs bark bark bark bark bark

My drum beats enter your earliest clay skin walls

Wild shaman pony runs out of the fissure

Bucking perceptions your delicate life

Thinning cumulus rattling leaves stir of ash

Lawless law galloping across the bridge of emptiness

The veiling grey slate of whale rain

To join you between human and spirit form

Your ancestors riding my shoulders

In tributaries of the original dream

We meet each other for the first time

Free of disguise but only some will see

And feel and keep the alliance alive

But now I am quiet as you paint or carve us in your art

On cave walls standing next to you we know your spirit

Everything goes through us and returns to you

Let our ancestral medicine open you up

You must become the wisdom of your roots and seed