Sparrows Wheel

The long awaited release of Ghosts and Sparrows Relative Truth is coming in July.

There is something we can do
with the sky falling and gas rising
jobs shredding and income going
It is to love. Start small – with a plant, a cat, a dog
unconditionally extend to that which
does not necessarily return your affection -
land, sea, earth, sky – why
people have loved these elements before and after you
and will love them as much as you
It is just a lesson in what you can do
when you choose to love. Now you have extended
from nature to animals to living plants and pets
in time you may choose to love human beings
First you need to find them! They hide well!
Humans have been hunted for their affection since the cave age
and often present targets for wars, seductions, false prophets
Relax.Love yourself. That will get you through times
when no other love seems real.Then be surprised by what you feel
when other love manifests/attuned to you
WHAT WILL YOU DO NEXT?

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

start with a hand (cubits/horses
a foot (the King’s..

walk a pace
at a human rate

(there are no straight lines in a human body..
like rivers around one pumping heart (tribes/cities..

four score years and ten
most between five and six feet
(the irregular like feet in line..poetry from prosody

every breath uncounted
yet we still stop in time

DNA, finger/foot prints, iris diagnosis
every snowflake unique – and yet
no two prisons are alike
every school is detention

and when we shuffle this mortal coil
it unwinds like a snake
(two snakes, o Aescheplus!

there are no terrorists
only freedom flighters
there are no governments
only terrorizers

there are no straight lines in nature
only in bullets, production lines, rifles ,bombs
and graves in rows stacks like bodies in Palestine
BEND YOUR RULES LIKE RIVERS May 24, 2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

wolf retains wilde within
guides the pack as a mother must
energies aligned with meridians
aware of others..

birth is a continuous process-
every moment of awareness
is a birth canal

to link and to connect
with the positive and powerfilled
wolf in wilderness of worlds
welcoming his altruisms

happy endless revelatory births!
happy endless momentary time tuned turnings towards fool moons!

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

met the man who could speak only poems-
they were as puzzled as two new kittens
how can two worlds co-exist? both uniquely different?
“truth is not poetry” he opined
“and poetry is not truth!” she replied
which still left them outside each other
resorting to song to bridge the gap
to heal the wounds
to mend the wings
that used to bind poetry to truth
so it could fly through war zones
and be never harmed
Now poetry was discard
and truth a casualty
War the prevailing mode of human conduct-
gas, poverty, water, oil – all at peace within themselves
but used as tools for conflict and corruption
and neither poetry nor truth could save them!
It was beyond beauty – this industrial ugliness
It was beyond truth – governmental propaganda
so they could only play like two kittens
in a world of fat cats and dogs of war
and trust their songs might save them.
WILLOW! May 13,2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

She warned me i would forget
if a night went by without remembering
the dreams she dripped into my consciousness
So here it is – a bare white outline page
as old and gray as her ancient round face
pockmarked yet perfect – enough to stare at
for long round nights in a global eye
Circles and spirals define us – we spin
in orbits linked by attractions
that lift all tides and winds together
and kiss the rhythms of oceans
into moonlit depths and dreaming evenings.
I will forget. This too. Yet (each night) – she reminds me
how temporary time rules. Before and afterwards
she reflects – a heat and light in cycles older than us.
This, too, must be forgotten – just in case
our temporary time tuned seasons are seen immortal
and we praise sunlight without reflecting upon solstices
shadows seasonings. Forgetting is the reason
I wrote this.
TO REMEMBER WHAT SHE SAID May 13, 2008

Thom The World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

Wilderness before us-
afterwards nostalgia
Tribes inhabit only invisible auras
like bison trails, wolf packs
indigenous dreaming trails
end in tears.

These deer are white and wire-
fences and guns keep out the wilde ones
a season declared for the hunting of shadows
to keep us in the dark

Somewhere, stories gather
in circles, round fires-to share
remnants and vestiges of pre-us

After us-others will move in
to our houses, on our land
They will have no knowledge of us
They will mythologize
an imaginary wilderness
in which we have no part

Perhaps it is time to hear wolf and bison
before we forget/are forgotten
before the hunting season is declared
upon humans.
GHOST WARRIORS May 4, 2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

Start here. and now. with you. and we
who gather in open company
Parable of the Wedding Feast-open doors
and invite the whole world in.
Those who come -come for good reason-
they weave melodies and harmonies
and sing a future in. It arises when we spin
in syncopations and synchronicities
simple as this-bliss comes to those who kiss
the moment as it flies-William Blake is right!
Wings are given to those who fly
Landbound creatures forget their spirit origins
rise only when some ancestral call or howl
or chant or invocation blesses them
enough to trust that love alone will motor souls
into awakening. Tonight is such a night
and you are voice and smile, call and response
Open your circle-light comes
when doors open in our ears and eyes.
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Thom the World Poet

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Dreaming is my sacred time-
when time itself dissolves in depths
that have no name nor end
Waking is my sacred time-
when fresh vision present
themselves for new awareness
Walking is my sacred time-
when getting there is only half the journey
Sleeping is my sacred time-
gateway to the unseen mysteries
Eating is my sacred time-
sustenance for the random highway
Listening is my sacred time-
devouring the pie of silence
All time is my sacred time-
alone, together, in or without numbers
with names, anonymous, forward, back, stopped and ON!
This is my most sacred time. With you. Now
and it is gone.
WHERE? WHEN! ON! May 6,2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz

nervous drivers
MOPACed gridlock
toe to tail
before the slow
becomes a STOP
Buddhists gather
@bus stops

he blesses the traffic on Ben White
Congress means they must red light
he smiles when we acknowledge his service
bird in human skin on land flight

heat approaches
as time disperses
she sits and smokes
as gardens grow
around her

he mud man makes
earth flowers which she takes
as proof there is ground
zero

indigenous displaced
across borders, birds
nest in foreign tongues

age of metal passed
as behomeths dinosaur battle
car smashes

EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!
lights alarm
when what we really want-
EMERGENCE!

small enough to be invisible
that is how she grows best

expelled from the Garden
set up a Nursery

snake of wisdom
DNA replicated
trademarked
incorporated

all these nights in a bubble!
pure dream air
escaping!

we recognize
what we have lost
after it escapes us

escape!(sold as a holiday
who makes jails?

mind forged passports
stamped out borders
night crossings

there is a way
there is a way in
there is always a way around
and a way out

You have a way
of avoiding
the perfectly obvious

date stamped daze
uncertain sunlight
hesitates
MAY FLOWERS May 3,2008

Thom the World Poet

Photo by Bill Giebitz