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That first cry opens the earth door.
We join the ancestor road.
With our pack of memories
Slung slack on our backs
We venture into the circle
Of destruction,
Which is the circle
Of creation
And make more--

He steps aside for her, so she can eat.
Then we watch him fill his beak
Walk tenderly to her and kiss her with seed.
The sacred world lifts up its head
To notice--
We are double, triple blessed.

The saxophone is so human.
Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud,
bump into people,
say the wrong words at the wrong time,
but then, you take a breath
all the way from the center of the earth
and blow.
All that heartache is forgiven.
All that love we humans carry
makes a sweet, deep sound
and we fly a little.

Every day was a praise song, every word or act had import
Into the meaning of why we are here as spirits
Dressed in colored earth.

We all learn to let go, like learning how to walk
When we first arrive here.
All those you thought you lost now circle you
And you are free of pain and heartbreak.
Don't look back, keep going.
We will carry your memory here, until we join you
In just a little while, in one blink of star time.

What we speak always returns--
With a spike of barbs
Or the sweet taste of berries in summer.

The right hand knows what the left
Hand is dreaming.
The left hand might be less sure of
The absolute world but it knows
How to follow.
Together
We have it.

Earth's womb tightens with the need to push.

Someone will lift from the earth
Without wings.

Another will fall from the sky. . .

Be who you are, even if it kills you.