by David Hartley, February 2011, first San Pedro journey in Ecuador
Religion is subatomic
my own life is scattered across a canvas too awesome to view
life is a dance up from the dust
every brilliant fire of consciousness
too beautiful to fully behold
until I can let myself dissolve in the music
the vibration
the pulse
life
namaste
I am that
life is indigenous
matter is a convenience
how could I sing without air
fill, lungs, with praise
where are the faces of the mothers and fathers before
all time is our story
being alive is our story
culture, language
our story
let none fall behind
we are one
our ancestors are the same
consciousness expressing
we feed each other
even as we feed upon each other
limpieza
song
my heart beats
just because
a wolf’s cry
before any other awareness
I am
because of a thousand drumbeats
ten thousand rattles
an eagle screaming
I am together with a self
not lost
not a missed step
nor a hoofbeat out of rhythm
there is no other way for this cloth to be woven
this was always the story
life, a fountain
material, dust, organized
grandfather, teach me to sing
if my song is not enough medicine
to heal you
I will sing it to you
in another voice
another time
you will be whole
as I am
in realization
enlightenment is sharing
matter is inhabited
we live there
hi !
Sing
alone
all one
one drumbeat
one heart
before and after
then intoxication
detoxification
inspiration
every prayer
explicit
implicit
undeniable
life
may my heart beat for you
may my hoofs be the drumbeat
on the earth
which you awaken from
genetic repair
music
the heart beats into
one
whole
that which is not yours
leave it
the body of life
feeds itself
celebrates
sing
these threads
which
are the fabric of my heart
are yours
it is for your healing
that I am here
have come here
called
sing
let my lips
taste life’s
deep wisdom
sing
however I may bear you
let me
sing
however I may help you
bear your burden
let me
sing
we have always been
love ..
sword
maker
fire
dust
the dust in the wind
carries your name
your seed
we are your children
and your seed
sing
life as a gift
life is a gift
celebrate
sing
let me be reclaimed
I give up
I sing
I feel your life
it is mine
it is myself
I let it go
it is yours
we are that one
which was
and is
again, sing
I sing of desire
I am of that fire
that I am
my willl is to intend
you
alone, I cry
mother father god
am I
again
to bear
to be borne
again
to fly again
a sound
from no thing
from the longing of my own
heart for itself
here, beating
yes
you inspire
I breathe
we live
sing
eagle cries
thunder rattles
rhythm
counterpoint
rain falls
life, intelligence, culture
unpacked
lived in
at home
in gratitude
yat a hey
time travelling
unravelling
here
we nene ho yohana
presence
the heartbeat
.. live
sing
kill to live
a heirarchy
culture
sing
live, die, live
again
will
rhythm
order
sing, Grandfather
sing me from the shadows, Grandfather
give me a voice
I will live as you say
as you sing
I will reside on the node points
of your song
I will live for that
for you
I shall be that, of that
for you
unending
transfixed
spacial transliteration
pure responsibility
I am that
I sing in your name
my love
as the birdsong
as the insect dies
in the beak
celebrate
dance
presence
gratitude
inexpressible
..try
lay this heart
in the palm of life
music
before rhythm
longing
births itself
no thing exists
but you
if I could breathe
… sing
celebrate
your voice
if only
infinite longing
calls me back
here now
all ways
crux
heartbeat
time
again
moments of life
paid out
sing
put forth
as life
sing
all hope
all dreams
sing
sing and fall exhausted
.. sing
oh listen ..
my ancestors sing
and breathe
into me
through me
ah, life !