The nest resting upon
the mountain precipice
harbors two eaglets
and their regal parents.

The majestic mother
flaps and soars above,
hunting nourishment
for her gaping young.

After swooping, food
is obtained and deposited
in the vast cavities
waiting in the eyrie.

I'm in love with that dark eyed
Midianite girl

I would sever all responsibilities
To temple and society

She says: Return to to your homeland
Your destiny - stay true to your God
And love me best

Her eyes, without fail,
always hinted at mornings,
around 10am, with French toast
on a tray ready to be enjoyed.

It took some time,
but I was fortunate to find someone
who’s look could cook like that.

Take me to the Mayday festival
where the maypole stands tall,
festooned with flower garlands
while folk feel the festive call.

Sweet maidens'' smiles on parade
on the green promenade they glide,
holding onto a ribbon from the pole
leave behind fears, setting them aside.

From many miles around the people come
to carry over our cultures ways
with music and colorful costumes
we will celebrate these joyful days.

Come one, come all children of the earth
learn traditions of our ancestral Birth!

The street moves beneath us,
shifting without command,
we say we walk freely,
but the road has already been carved.
Someone chose its shape
long before our steps left their weight.

A voice rises, measured, cautious,
another shouts before listening—
the argument swells, ripples outward,
each side gripping their claim
like dry earth clinging to rain.

What if the road is neither theirs nor ours?
What if we pull too hard,
and the thread between us frays?

Bright band of moonlight sprayed
a silver path from the east,
pushing back the midnight blue.

Trees swayed like drunken men,
while crickets hit out
In a chorus of clicks. A wolf carried
over a mystical ancient
howl. Constellation of dazzling
freckles beated out of the canvas
ceiling, and the soft grass was spilled
in silver, waving to the space moon
loaded with dimples.

If one looks down
most carefully,

one's hardened heart
may almost see

a tear fall,
so despondently,

from the last child of the Earth.

My body remembers
a fluttering and
joy at what that meant.
My body remembers
being heavy with child
and being sick all day.
My body remembers
birthing my child
and swaying as she cried.
My body remembers
watching her grow
and holding her close.
My body remembers
watching her become a woman
and letting her go, but not for good.

I will never forget
the way I started
my current journey
towards serenity and peace.
The stillness
in my body and mind
that I now experience
began with BA.
The tools I use
to be my best
came from the time
I spent with him.
The way I start my day,
carry on during the day,
and end the day
are based on this experience.
It works for me,
I wear it well.
I will continue to improve on it.

Waves crashing to the shore,
Like an army marching voraciously.
It's spray as bullets to the weak,
What comfort can it seek?
In the midst of sea's battle,
Chaos upon chaos, clearly seen.
Murky waters increase fatality,
In its reflection of our morality.

Much trapping and oppression,
Inhabitants of sufferage,
Caught in the nettings of our greed,
Oh that oceans vastness
would see them freed.