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| Colleen sits between Adrien Helm at her left and Judith Janoo at her right, listening to Pete Blose. |
Shape Shifter
This evening
you are the cricket song.
Most times you are the River
tumbling twisting
joyously unique and flowing north
you sweep us along
I had to be
out of town dear Camy
so I smile with crickets song
Slip on Down
slip on down to New Orleans town
where the sweepers sweep
and the willows weep for the sweet
sweet scent of all-knowing magnolias’
blossom birth of the Lotus Child
with the secret smile granting
one more brand new day
for us
to laugh
for Molly
My dear eldest sister
I don’t know where I am
let alone where you may be...
on the beach where we danced in the waves
and walked in the woods
you giggled uncontrollably covering your eyes
when a nudie passed us on the path
we skipped on the shoreline by the towering bluff
and laughed till our sides ached
awkward we were, and it was lovely...
Share the joy all you who know where you are
share the joy
and offer love
in any way at any time in any place
after all is after all what does it matter?
endlessly it flows through every broken heart
Across the canvas of my life
Blue
and white in the baking heat
I have a rainbow!
It spills across the canvas
of my life
full of light and color
and rambunctious children
a tear trembles at the joy of it...
and falls
fading in the distance of time I barely touch it...
Smile and wave
the artist (once wild with inspiration)
must have tired
for the sound not heard
38 years
she listened.
listened listened wholly
for the sound not heard
below our range
the dull, flat impact the quaking all cells
resonate together
of all sentient beings and earth
through the roots, the stones sand and boulders
sweeping across the savannah like wind
to rise through the soles of our feet,
the One Body in unison
created to perceive
this sound...
the language of elephants
