Pink Moon New Release
Itòmak
Ámemake
Itòmak
Bempòmak
Jiba émake
Wáawáate
Amu
Asu
Áe
Áko
Wawái
Bone
clay
tree fruit pigment
leaf inner bark root
cosmos
galaxies
stars
soup
stewardship
processing
cool earth
healing smells
healing
transformation
World beginning
world continuiing
this is space un acklowledged
the ants move
after love this glow
along
a way a river way
belong to the lost way
around the bend, the down the way
the dawn
the reach the speak
is this a time
is this you
is this everything
we wondered and washed
the new
you see beyond, there is no one left
they say wonder, they say blue
a song
a rigorous
afterbloom
I surround myself with your scent
with your way
with our life
it is present
flowers surround
flowers fluid with being
I make a frame
a painting to make time and loose
praying
destruction
we feel it
unknown
fractul
waves and functions
pressured
After time
lost
beautiful
and away at the insides pooling, ok together
yellow unfurl
this is what we say now
again the past is unkown
again we wait
again we see eachother thru
mountain
did you surround the center
how do we release our peace our center our bird singers
together
floating passssst
infinite
alongside the beauty, the wieght
the daisy bloosom
over here across the way, the river the together
loosened
heavy
weight
June
graduations on a hot day
celebrations of achievement
feelings of joy
and We did it
You did it!
We are proud of you
You make us proud
look at these little glowing globes of garlic
we grew this
I dreamed of waters again
flooding waters rising
I dreamed you where around
the nieghborhood
we were observing eachother across the flooding levvee
a home
A walk to the four corners
[river]
the coming of summer
[water]
the urgent need to fill spaces
keep it spacious
there is goodness coming in the
meeting points
you feel alive
we are connecting
softening
the cherries ripen
a music joint contains the mysteries
always
will
the dance floor
the mountains
always will
you come and go like grains the sand
this spirit remains
we remain
the exaltation of the lupin
the purple lupin
the inside of the ocean
always changing
soften
relaxation
sand in my hair
on my skin
the stars
and the routes
we here the chants and songs of the ways ahead
the way forward
there are spirits under the water
under the sea
under the entire
ocean
there is a mine field near my home
in a playa
the bottom of a lake
you tested bombs here
in the land of many streams
in the land of my ancestors
it is a powerful feeling my mother accesses
it is a power that is frightening
I keep it from me
it is like a lightening bolt
a monsoon
the sound of 1,000 geese lifting off
after sunset
Do you see me seeing yourself
did you find yourself amound the roses
and the churches
and the desert flowers
under your feet
the sagebrush
and melting snow
the aspen
I used to see you more often in my dreams
I used to see myself as a child holding your hand
the deep reaches of your heart
large enough to rise from
the ocean of calm
the ocean of tears
the ocean of song
the ocean of grief
the ocean
expansive
wide
calling
home
rippening into the dirt like the peach trees
and orchards of apricots and peaches and plums
ooooaaak pa
ko
otooki
ah dancing
ah dancing
ah dancing
ah precious
dancer
ah
we come to you with nothing but butter
and butterflies
bright green
I miss my friends
the ones I have yet to meet
the ones that will help to build this new world
this new day
this re imagining of all there can be and will be
I am tired of starring at the back of this building
the freeway is getting louder and louder
all the things are colliding and expanding
how to you pick yourself up and move through the galaxy one moment at a time
where do you see yourself
how do you become sound again
how do you see
and hear all the shadows playing
along the creeks
the rivers
the axis
Summer2020
I am going to start again and again
many points called the beginning
they may be the end
Then
We began to feel they are igualmente
When
they are called by different names
They are the land
they breath they die
they birth
they protect
they give
They burn with fire
they feed
they are trampled on
marked for destruction without consent
a tiny measure of time
light on a pear leaf violet
deep green poured and poured again as the language returns
expansive
like time itself
we know, we do not know
we weave with invisible thread
we choose to go to the thread maker and ask
we gather, we make, we store
we learn to create a better and more loving store house
we learn to mind our words
they become powerful
we try to speak in our remembered languages
we try again
Spring 2020
Giving and receiving
roses
the time of roses
finally vision reminds her
great heart
the inner ear of ease
profound
dimensions
interested in the artistry
blue yellow green butterflies
a tincture
a wild song
licorice
We are love
we are changed in ways never before
The intensity of spring
plumeria
hibiscus
dream cacoa
respect
respected
Trust basket
The air a cavernous heart opening
We dance the lotus
we engage in deep reciprocity
she checks the night sky
It is Sunday. Thank you for the support. The travel is Big this week. My mother turns 66 in a few days. I wait for that moon to show. I play the unburdening improvisations with Kevin. I drive to the bay. The green spring/winter grass shines and moves like a sea. It will be long soon. I spot a golden poppy blooming off Shattuck. Spiraling towards my destination I see Russell ave. Ancestors arrive. Powerful spring. Traveling. My father and his box of extra keys. Always prepared. I am also preparing. Rova is 40. Angela’s epic works plays on the walls. Dohee sings. We are all present. P & C across the room. We break open our fortune cookies. You are heading to Norway. David is laughing. We arrive together. we are laughing. we are preparing for what is to come. I offer tea to T. The horses dance on paper. Your brother and I talk about the family. We pile in the car and sail over the bridge into the mission. peace. love. support. Everyone, all things. Ride with the ancestors. Celebrate the glory you are.
Can we dream another way together?
Can we begin with a dream?
Can we share our dream whispers?
Are we building this dream together?
Did you see me in your dream?
It is a circle. It is a wet willow root you find with your nose. Let’s write some music together.
Under the stars the music washes over.
January 26. Listen with the heart. Notice when you are not listening to the heart. Return to listening to the heart. Can you find a heart sound with no direction? A floating sound? Melissa, Lemon Balm from the cold winter ground. Tea. A heart dream. Traveling with a group of dreaming students. a rainbow. a view from above the trees. a red winged blackbird in the park. a rainbow. the feathered serpent, the burned church wood sculpture, the cacao tomb, the masks, the snowy painting. A dream we are in together. Crossing the Golden Gate. The flower in her hair. Can you listen to our dreaming heart?
Dream the sounds before morning light.
Wandering song/Moaning song- (just before sunrise) Listen to all sounds everywhere wherever you are. Find a place in your body that hurts or is constricted. Listen from this place.Begin with a moaning sound. Direct your sound to the place in your body that hurts. Wander sound(s) out of the body and into the body. Wander to other places in the body. Glide your sounds up and down the body. Out to the sky and back into the body places you find. Sound until the morning clouds blossom/open.
Early January. Elevation 1400′. Build a fire. Drink Rose Tea. Find the climbing rose branches. Build the fire again and again. Warm your heart. Listen to your heart. Listen to your heart. Sound your heart sound. Dream your grandmother’s roses. Dream the deep connection. Go out into place you dream.
Late January. Elevation 52′. When you notice the first wild almond tree in bloom. Ride out into the county Rds. Find an Almond orchard in full bloom. Walk slowly into the orchard. Listening to all sounds. When you desire, walk towards a sound. Continue to listen and to pick up a different sound and to move towards it. Repeat.
Find a soft place inside your body. A Place that feels like warm earth. Create an inside dance/ an earth dance. Begin to move on your warm earth inside. If a sound appears. Bloom Sound.
The spider webs dance like blankets in the wind when it gets this cold
Yeah, they are everywhere
My dream journal says Colombia runners
Bears
Desert bees
Hmm sounds like your not paying attention
[laughing]
Rain Roses
Roses
Checkpoint Mexico driving
Difficult walking in the rain
Vladimir and I play the drums
Sarah says more of this
It is good
Rachel stands next to her blue feathered map. or is it beaded? Toshi silhouette wild things in his hair – a staff.
My students come to get me. They laugh and smile they form a human chain linking arms. They move through the tall windy grass. It is night. They say, “We are taking you across the border. Don’t be afraid!” I prepare the house for the travel.
There are many young people in his group filling cups with color and readying the projector. He stands by me….in the grove animals show up….ibis…we turn to watch…They run down to ask something about the sound. C smiles about something. The audience gathers…I fold my body and glide into the grass grove to watch the birds.
My mother and father sit together on my couch
reconnect
they talk about family
speak like friends, lovers
my mom disappears
leaves notes in town
Dominick
my father finds work
I am listening to the world
I visited the baby marty delivered
pauline comes through the house
you speak the sea
he says they use you like a weapon in there
“That’s a good song”
she steals the pink flowers
she plans her escape
she jumps into the train with the baby
she hurts herself
Norman L.’s Tao book cactus blossom pressed in pages
I am jumping in four directions remembering my songs I remember every song ever is a dream
I have to pack for a train, I can’t do it
I am with you in a sea town
water pours around you. I wonder what to do next. you hold your head
I look back to see women walking on the water across the river
will they make it?
Andrea visits she brings gifts and shows us how this poem
She tells us what IO and PO did.
I prepare a floating bed in the deep water with flower petals
my daughter
I am in a small town going between the crowded rooms talking to families I recognize my students
Eddie says, “don’t be a burden!”
my protective forces are strong
It is what I do to to survive
“I see you on a horse”
“That sounds about right, I am trying to see if the saddle fits so I can ride.”
Ms Uslan says I should have a look around
I don’t have proper shoes
Raging Mountain
A sea storm about to travel
Hiding from strange men
Sweatshirt for friend’s child
Eddie and Marty are sitting on a ladder
Paintings
Editing poetry journal pronoun–
it is important
A horse
I travel to Pamela’s house
Stay a few days, I take all her black clothes with silver and gold.
Pamela says, “Don’t be afraid of your education.”
Are you leaving?
Do you like in there?
Black marble bathroom
Pamela’s house
We are fixing the root
There are houses
You are holding something
A white peacock
In the field
You have friends working the land
We walk through the neighborhood
Nopales Agave
The dirt road
This is precious
I have my pictures with me
I am piloting down the canal
The rain is misting
We are deep in the canyon forest
You find the train cars tied with fancy string
Light hums in a city room
Yesenia is writing a book
A red Kite for Tosh
Josh is fixing the wood-shed door
Hanging from the roof
A huge sky
Birds circling
Traveling with a little food in the bag
No-one knows I am here
I am arriving
Walking the dark trail I almost turn back
Saddleback cliffs
Grass and sea
Blue night
A circle of images
Students
My brother
Photographs brewing in a pot
Secrets inside a rock
I am younger
Keys to the house
Caught in the house
House
I draw
I take my time walking to Russia
Losing Tosh
White dress covered with bracelets
Aloha
Dark fills to the falls
“are you ok?”
Ismenia says,” It is difficult Ms. Reed.”
“The baby is having a hard time”
Yaya’s hermano visits
Long black hair
Hair construction
The people organizing
The sheriff laughing
I introduce myself to the video class
Your father is herr
You are in the back of the room
He wants to see you
She lets him go in to the night, away from the crowd
He said he would be there
You do not know he is here
you are not well
I just remembered,
your father is dead
I see him in a dream this morning
He wants me to tell you he will be there