Little Doubts · by Lady Dosis

Rise from the seeds
and let your pretty
little
doubts
suspend
into the belly
of the universe


Voices of the Earth · by Lord Dosis

Your voice,
only one of the infinite voices of Life
Listen to all life
Some speak in dreams
Listen to all life
Some speak with silence
Your voice,
only one of seven billion human voices

Three hundred thousand human languages
Throughout time
all at once
Expand, we hear voices of animals
What do they say
What do their dreams say
Expand, we hear voices of plants,
the trees
The insects
The mountains
The lakes
The waters
Voices of the Earth
Ancestral spirits of all life
Future spirits of all life
A chorus of the mystical magical
And we all grow millions of ears, antennae,
nerve endings and beginnings
to listen to all, to all, to all the voices of the Earth
And we all listen all at once
Listen to the Earth sing
Listen to the Earth sing
Listen to the Earth sing


Turquoise Whale · by Lord Dosis

magic bring
turquoise spring
weaves through the ocean

magic shiver
turquoise river
weaves through the sea

magic fin
turquoise skin
weaves through the ocean

magic potion
turquoise ocean
weaves through the sea


Song at Sunset · by Walt Whitman

SPLENDOR of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space, sphere of unnumber'd spirits,
Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings, even the tiniest
insect,
Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
Illustrious the passing light—illustrious the pale reflection on the
new moon in the western sky,
Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.

Good in all,
In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of death.

Wonderful to depart!
Wonderful to be here!
The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood!
To breathe the air, how delicious!
To speak—to walk—to seize something by the hand!
To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!
To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large!
To be this incredible God I am!
To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I
love.

Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself!
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around!
How the clouds pass silently overhead!
How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun, moon, stars,
dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (surely it is alive!)
How the trees rise and stand up, with strong trunks, with branches
and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the trees, some living
soul.)

O amazement of things—even the least particle!
O spirituality of things!
O strain musical flowing through ages and continents, now reaching
me and America!
I take your strong chords, intersperse them, and cheerfully pass
them forward.

I too carol the sun, usher'd or at noon, or as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth and of all the
growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.

As I steam'd down the Mississippi,
As I wander'd over the prairies,
As I have lived, as I have look'd through my windows my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning, as I beheld the light breaking in
the east,

As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the
beach of the Western Sea,
As I roam'd the streets of inland Chicago, whatever streets I have
roam'd,
Or cities or silent woods, or even amid the sights of war,
Wherever I have been I have charged myself with contentment
and triumph.

I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
I sing the endless finalés of things,
I say Nature continues, glory continues,
I praise with electric voice,
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe,
And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the
universe.

O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.


Ballad of Black / Essence · by Eugene B. Redman

Firstforce or earth-driven godman; globe-song
Dance-embroidered in rhythmtree;
Flamefever inside blood, inside raindrops;
Phone-song from a phono-sea.

Drumgirl, horizon-child: sprite moondancer!
Fleshtorch, essence and jewelskin:
Comming / comming strongsong, blues-laced and black:
Deftly making words out of wind.

Landlaced man, mud-docked and waterwavy,
Oh steel that walks, that swims, that flies!
Softstone with armor to endure: to lure;
Flowers inside iron: inside eyes!

Fleet / force, redemptive strength, precious muscle:
Essence, the blackline and the core:
Beauty / yes/ vim-vexed and fire within fire
That flares up! frames and fans the shore;

That flares up! enflames the shore of
seacoals;
Giving and summoning the seed
Of light, sun, flamedances on rockshoulders:
Burning and branding in our need;
Burning and branding in our need.


From the book: Lifting Hearts off the Ground · by Lyla June Jonston

Sweet cedar smoke curls
into the midnight sky.

The songs of the people are entering
our bodies, teaching each cell,
each strand of DNA,
about beauty and wonder.

It is this phosphoric chant,
visible only to closed eyes,
that weaves in between our dreams,
sewing our consciousness to the sky.
Through this beauty we find
a world inside the world.


Protocol · by Joy Harjo

I do not know your language though I hear the breaking of waves
through the vowels.

It is blue and if I am to follow protocol I will introduce myself
through my mother and hers until you know the liquid mass of ancestors
and in that you might know that I did not find myself
here on your island by some coincidence.

When you walk toward me from the ocean you are cobalt
and the people whose chants have constructed the intimate
canyons of your bones can be glimpsed suddenly as water clings
to your skin, your hair. I can hear the singing.

My spirit flew across the country of blue water
on a path made of a song that shifts the molecular structure
of rain clouds whenever it is recalled.

Migrations form a network of sense
that mimics neuron patterns
in the wave of dolphins, water, and humans.

When the Mvskoke emerged from that misty original place
we were led by four young winds, and a star who took the form
of talking fire. After we set up camp some of us went to look for water.

I found it years later, near the scarlet volcano just as it was predicted,
when companies of white men have fooled themselves and the
sleeping ones into thinking they’ve bought the world.

My family has the iron cooking pot that was traded to us
when treaties were forced with blood. Those who signed were killed.
Now I have a gas range and there is no end to the war.

When I arrive from the sky after traveling through clouds
and the afterburn of jets I will consider the gift
of those who kept walking through their feet were bloodied
with cold and distance, as their houses and beloveds lands
were burned behind them.

When we meet at the gates of power you honor me with pikake and maile
and a chant that allows me to paddle with you into the waters
so I will not be known as a stranger.

I offer you coral and tobacco and a song that will make us vulnerable
to the shimmer of the heart, allow us to walk the roots
with our peoples through any adversity to sunrise.

This is how I know myself.


elation · by Lady Dosis

we have become
the flower
that we've always dreamed we’d be
forever in the
dance
forever in the
perfect
pinecone frenzy of
elation


Third Poet · by James Broughton

This cup contains an unearthly nectar
habitually served at the wedding of wizards.
It is compounded by local seraphs and satyrs
from apricotroot appleheart and plumtail
poppybrine cashewegg and salmonbreast
larksweat lionspray and mothsperm
distilled in the pearly honeys of the moon.
It contains the essence of spirits in delight:
the delicious secret of the Great Intoxication.
Everyone may risk one sip. Serve it forth!


For Keeps · by Joy Harjo

Sun makes the day new.
Tiny green plants emerge from earth.
Birds are singing the sky into place.
There is nowhere else I want to be but here.
I lean into the rhythm of your heart to see where it will
take us.
We gallop into a warm, southern wind.
I link my legs to yours and we ride together,
Toward the ancient encampment of our relatives.

We hear the singing of our ancestors in their multitude of languages and sounds, sounds connected to their lands.

Where have you been? they ask.
And what has taken you so long?

That night after eating, singing, and dancing
We lay together under the stars.
We know ourselves to be a part of mystery.
It is unspeakable.
It is everlasting.
It is for keeps.