It's finally happened Collision / Midair / One star into another / Two bad ideas head-on

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1

It's finally happened

Collision

Midair

One star into another

Two bad ideas head-on

Two bullets

Two birds distracted by the power-wash collide

This was never supposed to happen

The hell it wasn't!

2

I am sick of signs

Like their cutting down the osprey's tree

Sick of saying I told you so

But I can't help myself

Now there is nothing but signs

3

Now if I throw a rock up

It may come down in your world

If I shout it may take a year for you to hear me

Now I am writing against the hiss of a power-wash

They are washing everything again

Trying to remove the grimy stain of truth

But it's not a stain

It's a reflection

They don't know

That everything holds together for a reason

And only when the reason fails

Will light and shadow disassemble

As when the thread of a stitch rots

And releases the fabric of appearances

Only then will there fall a rest

(The power-washers will take a break

For the rest of this eternal day)

4

Now we might hear the clairvoyant whistle of a hawk

Or the whisper of the wind in the pines

Or the murmur of a brook

Or the bark of a lonely dog

Or the sound of our own heart

Beating into the singularity

Of loving space to dream anew
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Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.