from a collection entitled Stirrup of the Sun & Moon
— in celebration of the release of Forrest Fang’s new album The Fata Morgana Dream
They’ve all moved on from their “human suits” —
a term The Teacher used
for these temporary shells we call bodies.
The other “warriors” in our circle,
are now gone.
We cut our teeth on the “energy exercises.”
A “curriculum” of practices
from multiple tributaries of culture, tradition, places of spirit.
Agave, copal, earth-dreaming, hillwalking, koji, music, sitting like a mountain, temazcal…
…sitting in stone chambers…sweating our prayers.
With proper eyes and feet,
anything can be a doorway.
With a Heart-Earth-Attuned Ear,
the wind, birdsong, cicadas, waterfalls,
ice cracking on floorboards, a familiar’s voice —
all can become The Great Vehicle.
This is why when thunder echoed off the mountains,
or I heard The Teacher whisper her tobacco prayers into the forest,
I was suddenly in two worlds
listening to the holy music that binds everything together.
This is why, tonight,
with the high wind of winter in the pines,
I hear the well-wishing of my dearly missed classmates on The Other Side.
They’re telling us: You don’t need to take-in the poison of these times to be an antidote.
(c) 2019 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com
image: “Joshua Tree” / by Roya Ann Miller