Poems
The Messy Witch
I am a messy little hedgewitch
I don’t want neat and clean
Nice and safe
Organized and orderly
Keep your sterilized spirituality
Keep your suburbs
Don’t try to save me
I like this mess
Keep your answers
I want to live in the questions
Give me dark and chaotic
Freedom and independence
Let me think for myself
I want to figure it out
Keep the mystery in Mystery please
I don’t want your textbook
I don’t wanna know what’s round the bend
I’m going there to find out
For myself
Yeah
911
ani difranco 2001
yes,
us people are just poems
we’re 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
bordering on hyper-distillation
and once upon a time we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it’s part of a pair
there on the bow of noah’s ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the… Continue reading →
Rat Racing
Hurry
Hurry up!
All these people speeding along
Going so fast they disturb the wind
Racing off to …
Where?
To work
To the Bar
To the store
To nowhere
Nowhere at all
They leave themselves no time
To smell the roses
To play with the children
To pray to the gods
To feel the wind
They worry
About a pile of bricks and mortar
And not their own heart and mind
They fill their lives with needless things
And restless activity
So they don’t have to smell the roses
Or play with the children
Pray to the gods
Feel the wind
Because if they did …
They would realise how stupid it is
To worry about a pile of bricks and mortar
And not your own heart and mind
To race off to work
And the Bar
And the store
To hurry up to go nowhere
Nowhere at all
~ Juni
Redemption Song
If I could play any song, on any instrument, anywhere at all in front of anyone, and play it perfectly … I would …
Play that Christmas Bell song on a xylophone on Mars watching the sunrise over the giant red face the aliens left us.
Or it would be playing “Redemption Song” on guitar in Madison Square Garden in front of all the world leaders on one side, and as many of my friends, family, hippies and Pagans I can cram into the other side.
Oh yes.
Redemption Song
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ‘and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
‘Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
‘Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfill… Continue reading →
Celebrate all of Creation
You don’t have to climb mountains
Go through complicated rituals
Or follow some guru around
All you have to do
Is accept that you are part of god
And god is part of you
Failures, mistakes and fuck ups included
To honor the Creator
Celebrate all of Creation
Look around you
The air moves, the trees grow
Cells divide, suns are born
solar systems spin, ants march
animals die, leaves fall
fruit rots, lava flows
You breathe
Everything is always going
Doing, moving, flowing, growing, and changing
Do you really expect all this to suddenly stop and be still and calm and peaceful
Just because you have decided to meditate for thirty minutes?
Do you really expect a spiritual experience to always be a kind of stillness?
You cannot blank your mind
Or stop the growth of your Self
Any more than you could stop the wind
They are all parts of the same Whole
Just be
Breathe with the land
Love what you love
Celebrate all of Creation
Including yourself
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