HUMAN ECOLOGY: A mirroring Manifest

I am you

twinkling in the starlight

and dining on beef and wine

I am you

loose like you, and silky

I am you

reeling like you, in the dark

hours

I am you

washed ashore

on golden sands

together

we roll and tumble

and stand

in the waves

a soft golden lamp

748. The Unification

The Unification

of the Conscious Mind

with the Unconscious Mind

Is Achieved through

Spontaneous Diving

Flying Down Deep

Into the Waters of God

Now Aglow

and Now Drunken

what is down here?

Exquisite Doings

In the Nonexistent

Exquisite Doings

In the Garden of We

Awaiting There

We Spill Effortlessly

Flooding

Together We Flood the Earth

Together as a Single Thing

Our Magic

The Union of Breathing

The Unification

of the Conscious Mind

with the Unconscious Mind

Is Achieved through

Spontaneous Flying

A Chariot Of God's Light

I Am

And the Skies are Awakened

In Celebration

Of Our Sudden

and Decadent Coming

With Open Mouths

and Radiant Chasms

We Shoot Upward

In Clouds Of Abalone

A Single Thing

Uncontained, Refined

The Unification

of the Conscious Mind

with the Unconscious Mind

Is Achieved through

Spontaneous Dissolving

Are We Heard?

We Settle Now on Stone and Foot

Sparkling as We Melt

Falling from Great Heights

So That Loosely We Swirl

Through Air

and Light

Through Thunderous Dreams

On Tongues that Gleam

We Dance

A Lasting Act

Shining Innocent

In New Chasms

As New Pupils

Readied for the Sea

✧ - Private writings, October 2023

A furrow must be dug

a furrow must be dug around the root until its lower part is exposed. 2If ever a soul's pigment could be made richer. 3Then a dog is tied to it. 4That it might paint fleets and fantasies realtime. 5After which the person tying the dog must get away. 6Obscured only by the splashing. 7The dog then endeavours to follow him. 8Torrential obsession inside. 9And so easily pulls up the root. 10My ascension into pools of blue. 11But dies suddenly instead of his master. 12Swallowing the sweetness. 13After this the root can be handled without fear.

- Cutup by Jade Mandrake from Diaries of the Sea, with Josephus, instructions on handling the mandrake root (c. 37 ad jerusalem – c. 100) Mandrake in italics. 2019.

1. Am I Divine? 2022

2. Wildflowering 2021

3. Petal Stealing, selections from White Waves: Meditations and the Pedal Steel 2008

4. Albatross, selections from Sea-Dreaming, 2008

5. Where is it? 1997

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Am I Divine?

Am I divine?

Rolling through again, green fields

My heels and make-up running

Streets are empty, sunrise, buildings

Are waking

Little girl lost, little girl shaking

Little girl getting older now

Holding the globe inside her now

Studying texts

Hearing whispers

Having visions that come in the night

That push my legs apart

That rush of numbers and neon glow

Blinking in code

I shower, I cook

I laugh into my coffee crying

Burying these jewels

Dying

Like little moments

For Sunday school

All glittering, waiting

Lady of Rooftops

Of sunken streams

Themes

Of running over

Of jumping over

Buildings

Leaping over

Buildings

Nesting in fire escapes

All curled up

In my feathers

We,

She and I

Swirling

Whirling

Like a dream

left out on a window sill

Like a love letter

opened on Christmas

♢

wildflowering

Wildflowers
the archetype of me
Wildflowers
open up to me
I open up to them
I see myself
in their seeds
like little mirrors
like little suns
I find myself
rooting
in places fertile
Without permission
I throw my anchors down
I gather up the strength

available in this place

This place I found
where I find myself
rooting

I pay attention
to the fruits
blooming
out of me now
They are sweet
and decadent
they are ripe
Holy
They must be
They are Me
Juicy
They hold the light of Me

in their sap

I fan out my leaves

deliciously
they twist and curl

or
lay lazily
in the breeze

They receive
all that there is
in this home

where I am rooted

I am seeding now

Seeding
Giving my seeds freely

to the Winds

freely now

My cup runneth over

My juice spilleth over

Flying
I am flying now through the Sky
in the Sun
in the Rain
in the Deepest Wood

over Streams
with their turns
and breaks
till I land
and roll
and tumble
till I feel myself

root

in the soft
richness

of Good
where my friends are

where I am
Still

where I stretch and blossom

where the bow breaks

and the juice drips

Where I Am

petal stealing

a selection from the series inspired by my time with the pedal steel guitar and other kinds of bending, stretching, and tuning.

The Gallop of Men

Among my strings

Fingers strong and browned

The timing so even

From where they begin

In the heat… for the win

There is always room

to be touched

and found

In the breaks, in the ditch

Between these pulls

Where the heartbeats

live

Where the dust settles down

Salvation

In strange ways

I feel water pour from under,

Out through tips

Challenging steels

to grip this stint

This part of me

To make it more real

to combine the legends with migrations

of me, with knees bent

is this salvation

Back into Time

Sliding back into time

With precision

With pursed fingers

Ready to catch the slip

Sliding back into time

With notes a gesture

Warm and familiar

To find you with

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AN ALBATROSS

slicing the sea breeze

she turns, towers and glides

dances, drifts and dives

the quiet sky one

reflecting waves

and fracturing

the blue jewel

— from Diaries of the Sea / Nightmares at Sea

WHERE IS IT?

It is sound striped existence

beautiful

It is Arabian silk-robed night

electric

It is young innocence

pre-abuse

post-birth

Where is it?

It is under table tops

It is over eyes

It is out of reach

in pocket at all times

It is where all

Spanish lullabies are kept

elusive

Where the fall of night is

caught in jars

by children

It arrives in your mind

when droughts

doubt occurs

when all escape-routes are exhausted