“Grace sho[w]nuff” (aka according to VDC – 11/2022)
i had already confessed dat I had nvr been immersed in a forest bath; yet, here I had stood with a barrage of leaves profusely cascading down my head and shoulders…takin with them dos things of beauty, bird songs/frolickin squirrels/cool summer breeze/erotic shading/breath(a-kin)”fullness”…they were all different colors and shapes falling cuz of the east coast autumn
comin from my cmty version of a forest…s-o-o-o many trees…like in the forest of the VDC meditations/their leaves (leaves us) now free/free to be free to blow in the wind and anyplace else they dang gon-it (says kym) well please/
no longer confined to their trees/now embodied by the ethers neither here nor dere
dancing their way to death/decomposing out of sight…hmnn reminds me of our loved ones/also too many to count gone with grace shonuff many shades, shapes/beauty”fullness” …quickly lost too they would say nvr to be seen again
leaving our souls as bare as the remaining trees how do we/dem go on standin?
my…my what a frightful, lonely and cold scene/or so one’ld say… yet what about dem fdg the soil (our souls)
a diff kin-d of a forest bath rainin?
and what about the east coast autumn’s quickenin darkness return of the thirst for healing (soul/sold-out) light of the day… aaah light. could this be the beauty of our loved ones’ transition/could this be their say (stay)
is it all a-kin (a-gain) to a life/death immersion/
w-e-l-l according to grace shonuff & VDC, the mind’s eye (k)now its re-sonance. Ashay!
making ov’r to the other side of the tracks ====
there i stood watching my cargo (so voluminous supersedes being called baggage) chug-a-lugging down and over the tracks/cars read CARSON (there were hundreds of them alone!), CMU, VWX, INTL. SHIPPING, CZARK, and wow…hazardous waste/content full of da heart’s matters. can’t or won’t remember where’ll and when’ll they had boarded – most likely crept onboard during a harvest moon.
the proverbial “me/we” had named them and then suddenly, yet gently, i felt my chin turned aside to witness the names turning into a blazing streak of light. left me in a vacuum sure enuf with all my cargo now being swept up in one full swoop like in the movie “putney swoop”… spook who set by the door… leav’g all of us wishing it wud just vanish/yes sir, watched it all from the platform on up high
‘home’ i remembered the conductor calling out upon my arrival at this majestic place, where i finally get to disembark/ “Penn Station/Grand Central/Regional Transportation Center” s/he boomed out
all the tracks seemed to merge then/crossing over one another at their junctures/becoming seamless…now as i look back/ the cars that used to read “derailment bound” now read d*e*t*a*c*h*m*e*n*t – all aboard
it was at that very moment that i was reminded/i had n’ver truly left home in the first place – the ill-u-zion just smelled, tasted and re(s)ounded like a far off place/displacing me on the other side of the tracks
Love Syndrome
found myself without form/body just fallen to the wayside along with fixed images
spirits been flushing itself out ever since/introducing George, Orel, Sybil, and Esq. Harry.
no more blocking for me/time and space diminished leaving the absolute
just am am not
yeah finally arrived here to find my union with spirit/transformation/revelation constituting my days when love merges Yves St. Laurent with rastas
cause and effect vehicled me here they say/here when love expresses itself as the I am
Confetti Delights (dedicated to my grand-daughter, Keo’nie)
I’ve heard far off trains whistling and seen the comet-like steaks shooting across skies/
night owls hooting taking me to far off mystical places/
and I have seen Venus and Jupiter appearing together in the suns/moon rise & set; yet they paled in comparison to where your sounds journey one to/
your newly-found sounds color our world with confetti delights and tickles the bottom of our feet (even those that have sprouted corns/callouses) with what feels like a duster’s feathers/
the newness of vocalizing your world bedazzles one like the sight of liquid love/cascading down the nearby water spa on the ancestor’s shrine/
your laughter seals one’s place here on earth/heaven even when discord wants to enter in/your sounds re-minds us of all the reasons why we are here…to celebrate joy ‘all-ways’/all-days…yes/ our ‘bless-in’ u r