In Descent You’ll Arrive Ensouled

The Lifebringers 2 BEST

The breath turns into a charcoal sketch

Across the dim lit sky of vertical dives

Raven aerial acrobatics unreasonable

Path of desire through the turbulence of our times

Underworld rising with our denial

Air darkened and strained passage over hope

A floating stone in a sea with no salt


My scrawling words had to dismantle

Careful logic for the mystery of groundless change

By moonlight allegiances I am bound

Attentive to a ritual life of hunting lost souls

In the alchemy of sticky patience, mud and sweat

Until the ancient calendar break

Us free from the spell of time


And butterfly climb the ladder of fern migrating to light

And smeared words come back in mushroom spores

Germinate and grow into new individuals

And the cat cry up into the Fairy full sky

Into my eyes when I’m changing consciousness

In streams in streams we miss so many times

Balancing the tension of shadow bright

In the deific theater of transfiguration

A stage is set with props for the inner myths

Coming alive


Sol reveals it was a runaway child of longing

From cold Luna parents with atmospheres

Of undigested grief


How Sol passed through the black hole of narrow restrictions

To spiritual maturation unfolding from the inner outward


Sol “I remember remembering too much

And found myself returning back in amortization

Before the time when trapped fossils emerged

From Limestone speaking of otherworld’s

Counting zeros above the ones

Each step backward and forward

Adult Child Adult reconnoitered

A consciousness delineated

To know the venerable precise words

Of poetry streaming through

To keep me alive

Transforming me into the other

I would come to know”


“I  lived in a dreaming ritual in a rookery of avian spirits

And return to this world wearing plumes of night shade

And turtledove and turkey vultures in love

A nature linguist and art circuit director

Speaking in tree tongue to grow new

Avuncular masses of leaves rattling wind

Groaning branches and penetrating silences

Shamanic composer conducting outward nature

To reveal oneself as the inherited

Ancient with earth parents Ardor and Muse

A woman of moon crater troubles becoming a healer

A child of wanton wild behavior becoming a holy clown

A trickster of poetry rolling into itself

Overlapping lyric to change our character roles

For empathic understanding

We are interwoven stories beholden to interstellar weather”


My story is our story

It is the Magpie’s story of how it obtained tail feather sheen

And why the white dove wear’s a black eye patch unseen


“I brought all the ashes of fixed ideas in with their premade urns

Laid them to rest at every funeral

For everything in life is created for change with the deepening”


Into the silence of solitude, wilderness and insight

Gestate wisdom until silence find itself alone again

With three sisters; Consecration, Blessing and Reciprocity


I spiral home adorned in a cultivated headdress of my painted oracles

I speak through the gateway to all heavens and hells

A sovereign feathered creature you faintly recognize

As one of your own


I no longer whisper here and there

As the “I” in me has taken the hard earned path

To know both substance and passing phenomena

Serpentine spaces where the divine is made

Translucent like Indian corn


Where owl, jaguar and spider thoughts

Come together

Like gold kernels rolling in divination

Unveiling the path of soul wandering for all


Eye see your drifting in the collective unconscious

And medicine chant across your constellations


With calling song I lure you into the evergreen forest and sing Heya Ho

Follow the pathway of deep connections

I fly around into your name with all your vowels

And syllables vibrating with a healers chant

Hi Ya Hey into your emotional heart dimensions

Take my birch spirit into your garden of sorrow Hoka Hey grow

Take my spirit bear in with growling sound

Rumbling fears resound routing fear routing

Hiya Hey Hoka Hey go through the earth into your dark hole

With your featherless body without your tight hold

Vulnerable body into the earth apprentice

To the spirit world, vast, beautiful and wild

Watch the hidden shadow subterranean

Silver turning gray in your thoughts out loud

Hoka Hey Hiya Hey

This is the doorman knocking the drum

Getting in getting in while you’re still there

Gatekeeper jumps into the circle you dug

Take this torch to your incubating soul

I give my hand to your calendar wheel

Roll my chant to your rising stance

With my Hoka Hey obsidian knife to cut you free

From rotted roots with smoky song Hoka Hey

I paint you ethereal rising from your grave

With higher octave lighting your way Hiya HiYa hiYa Hey


Hoo Hoo with blue stone pigment and pumice

Sculpting the texture clawing the rough

For the troubled man still there in uncultivated bog

Ancestors flailing within his modern thoughts

With his unmade harp to sing with eagle

On snow capped peaks of unlived lives


I remove you from your body away

To live as a branch in our rookery tree

Until  your wavering falling leaves turn dry

Rustle home to be buried into the earth

In descent you’ll arise ensouled with my Hiya Ho

And your own song rustling rustles home

With rhythmic stories of our treetop sojourns with falling stars

“Bowls of moon water were served

In rooms of one another

We quenched our need with renewable light

Solar flare Hiya Hey! reverence for life!”



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