Wild Words: Ferociously Nourishing Poetry

Innocence

3/5/2023

"Innocence sees that this is it, and finds it world enough."
- Annie Dillard

At some point you make peace with it
Your life as it is, with all it offers you

Like an early evening walk, half moon
Hung in the tiger lily sky

Black cows heading to the barn
Bemoaning the end of day

Hundreds of blackbirds screeching
Live as the wire they perch upon

My long-time friend zipping by in her van
Waving. It’s after all the whining

And stomping of feet, of course. After dreams
Blur with real life. After the pin-pricked

Pop of the inflated ego. What joy
Mysterious. What humble innocence.

- Julie L. Moore

The Goddess of Reality (excerpt)

1/15/2023

Lelihanah: She who Licks up and Devours the World
the eternal Goddess, eternally shines in fullness, containing all things
Painting by Michael Zieve
https://www.artworkarchive.com/profile/michael-zieve

Let it be known—I worship the Goddess of Reality

The one with tangled hair where insects nest,
the one with blood soaked thighs,
The one who crushes my concepts with her razor teeth
and spits my mind into the wind

She shakes her belly to the beat of primordial passion
and feasts on the meat of ignorance

She wanders in the garden with a basket woven with the chaos of stars
She is savoring every petal and thorn
while casting the seeds of manifestation
without rhyme or reason

She is innocent and free
and her eyes are the sound of laughter
She can not be contained or rationalized
and she will not conform to my ideas
of how reality should be

She stomps to the beat and throws her hips
She is the prowl of the panther
and the leaping deer of supreme delight
She is pure in heart and the darkness of thunder

Her ruthlessness is the compassion
that severs my arrogance
and undoes my separation
so that I may know her deeply
and drink in her wild radiance.

With all that I am
I devote myself to her insane beauty.

When I am humble and true
She comes to me: “Dance! Why aren’t you dancing?!”

She will not be tamed
yet she is the Grace that opens up
the blessed wound of living

Let it be known—I love Her
this feral beast Woman
the one who is drenched in the Nectar of Love.

I dance with her
because there is
nothing left
to do.

- Maya Luna

Naked Athena
protesters vs. the military
July 18, 2020, Portland, OR
www.adn.com

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