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Feel, Feel, Feel
12:13
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feel feel feel, feel feel feel again
feel feel feel, endure hardship as discipline
feel the sun beat on your neck
so another has some shade
feel the burning in your legs
so another has a seat
in time your skin may come to crave
collision with the elements
perhaps combat your ghostly hue imbued
anew with earth pigments
now free sleeping in debris hut
you'll repent that thin world you once blogged
awakened senses they cut the veil to
texture enter where you've longed
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
speak with the animals and
they will teach you
let the birds of the air inform you
who among these does know
without the body there's no soul?
feel feel feel, feel the thistle and the thorn
feel feel feel, Spirit enters where they've torn
felt it approach. sought Job, "oh,"
he said "sit under red Grandmother Oak."
she spoke "you'll often meet crossroads.
engage these conflicts in your soul
but burn them 'get well soon' cards!
spurn all the, easy hopes from your heart
just let them biting briars grow
see! my kids rise where you don't mow
and they'll feed you as you get old:
acorn-manna falls, behold!
though you go alone
take courage against cold conformists
like brother sycamore, shed your layers for to feel
how will you ever know what is real
unless you truly sense."
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
speak with the earth
she will teach you
let the fish of the sea inform you
who among these does know
without the body there's no soul?
run run run, circulate your breath and blood
run run run like me, sings wind,
before your time is done my friend
run like the white tailed deer my son
o daughter like coyote
darting 'cross the prairies, hear them old ones sing
they sees signs of a new ice age approaching
there will come a day of need when you must move like breeze on feet without a car
weaving through the weeds or deep snow very far
through our ruins past what we called yards
you may have to fetch the healing herb from yonder mountain side
or deliver message far off camp must hear that they survive
scout a route into north country find where the enemy hides
and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up?
and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up
on your blood and your breath and your bones and your flesh and your life?
O your blood and your breath and you bones and your flesh and your life?
There will come a day of rest but right now we are alive!
What will happen to your tribe?
What will happen to your tribe, if you don't know your gift to bring?
Even a log for the fire, it would help you people sing,
through this dark and arctic time,
What will happen to your life if you have no tribe to dance with?
only cold and lonely nights.
That's a question you must ask.
What will happen to your life if you don't know your skill to serve?
What will happen to our lives if we don't grow and we don't learn?
Lord have mercy, may we learn.
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Tree of Job
20:14
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“Dark was the night
Cold was the ground”
Far off to the forest
We followed the sound.
Found the fen felled then renounced
Only one tree now around
The marooned old man who moans, beholding
Knowing what is going down
Larch on loam here once grown
Now the bones are ground to compose
A house to house the owls
And all whose lamentations now arouse
the growls of wildlife
brave by “midnight special” bright
Hear the howls of wolves I think I might--
Guards pump and strum electric light
A-buzzin’ strong, invades the night
Our vision blurred but still we strain
To find the word remaining in the vine
Whose sap is wine
Oh cover my blood
Oh cover my blood, oh earth
May there be no rest for the cry of my hurt
Turn not away from my face
Turn not away from my face
Of open wounds
You see some have come but would not look
Under the light of moon
They spoke with holy words
Each one was a tooth of a saw submerged
Tearing at my trunk “take it out!” I say
But the blood stays on the blade
The blood stays on the blade
The blood stays on the blade
Underneath his branches the worn prophet slept
sound with ease like mounds of leaves
Or pyres of lies and death
The truth and pain icicles hang from Job’s hands
He stays awake, death of the world to demonstrate
In haunted heartwood heavily stays
Honest about the miseries of our age
None can now assume we’ll see a new day
None can now assume we’ll see a new day
We acquiesce to this rhythmic agony
Accept the tension with much wrestling in melody
The assimilated optimists how they all agree
Sayin “ain’t they a hopeless lot”
“Nothing our movements would want” “no surely not”
“It’s absurd to spree with morbidity, we’ll flee, and hug our happy thoughts”
Then out of the shadows of the forest
The afflicted and the stricken join the chorus
of awe and anger light the spark lain latent
In the assembly of the suffering servant
Assembly of the suffering servant
Assembly of the suffering servant
Begin to dance though hobblin’ and swervin’
(Documentary on Potawatami who were relocated to the great plains from the great lakes.)
so now face our flame
you froze frown of pain
This gift lifts snow to mist
sends the spring rain
Mm mm mm mm mm mmm
Come ship of storm our fury forms to
Affirm faith bold, play the horns
We hold these sorrows evident
For the joy before us sent
Mmmmmmmmm
Now welcome round our ring to sing
and scream
Warm your strings
your lyre is right to raise red fire
Is it sadness?
No! its raging desire and love!
Now learn the tale the trees have known
Don’t fear the abyss you’ve been shown
Your groaning will echo the earth’s own
And our urgency will grow
Mmmmm
Soak this thread up in your bones
Juxtaposed with the word
That you heard when God stood and said this is good
it’s the place that we come from
God’s poem to God’s works
And its where we shall return to
For the heart of this earth is good
mmmmm
it is good
mmmmm
it is good
Ooooo
It is good
Ooooo
It is good
I believe in the future
we shall suffer more!
frawny face reflected in the water in the way
Fall through I’m free to feel new and fey
To a soul sung song, oh washtenong sepee
Baptized in this dirge down deep and dirty
Born new now formed you, thou town glum and gritty
You’re born into blues when you’re born in this city.
How goes the world?
Not well!
But the kingdom comes!
But the kingdom comes!
And if you cannot hear it
Hope shouts “No!” unto God’s silence
The bells of the apocalypse toll for thee
My eyes were closing due to freezing
Prison city will not be thawing
Guilty of everything, approaching the end
Bells of the apocalypse call for thee
The lame will take the plunder and the
wild will reclaim!
Come thou spirit sabotage our hearts so technified
(a wild and spirited horse now rides to the gates of heaven where the rider cries)
It is time!
It is time!
It is time!
It is time!
It is time!
It is time!
It is time!
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