Cinderella

Audio version

Slowdance yourself at sunset

In the incense smoke

To the sound of the solar inverter

You found your shoe at last

It was in the back of the cupboard

The pumpkin is in your belly

Sweet as apricot with the chicken

Someone else caught

And killed for you

You were never at home in a palace

What did the prince want from you, anyway?

It was your voice

It was the way you danced

Knowing you only had until midnight

When everything would vanish

It was the energy

That last-day-alive intensity

Slowdance yourself

Stratocumulus forms in the north-west

And the storm sweeps away your unrest.

The Beauty Of Sleep

Audio version


When you wake you return

To your body

That temple

City of shadows and lights

With your eyes closed

You prepare for departure again

To that mountain

That temple

Forest of shadow and sun

With your third eye open

Listen, princess

It’s a lie they tell you

The prince will not come to take you away

But one will come, 

To guard you while you fight

It’s an inconvenient truth,

Oh prince

Though you feel the safety of it in your heart

It’s the princess who rescues, as much as you

It’s the union and the distinction that saves

How can you stay here

In your body, 

Your prison

Hearing scratches at your door

Dear princess

They tell you lies from birth

It’s not their fault

They can only pass on what they’ve been shown

Here, 

This second

You dream you are reading

Words about yourself

Warnings, encouragement

Here,

Here

Wake with me

In your body you dream

They said you were royalty

They only knew half the truth

In your dream body you know

You are more than a human 

More than male, more than female

More than two, less than one

In your body you dream

You are all the eyes of every universe

You are more than a universe

You are less than nothing

You are fullness and emptiness themselves

And between

And everything else you cannot be

In your body

It’s you, 

Dreamer

It always was

You wake to your own rescue

You, in every body

Sleeping and seeing

Blinded and alive

Muscle/Memory

It’s in my arms
This ache, this ache
From over-reaching
It’s in my throat
From speaking out of turn
Too ignorant
To slow to learn something as simple as
A rest
A break
A silence
A real musician knows
When it’s time to wait
And when to play

It’s in my bones
This ache for home
This graceless, traceless

This pain, this pain
We all complain
But how many trace it
Chase it down to the source,
Follow the course back,
Forth
Back
To find
What’s yours
What’s mine
This pain
This plain old
Life-defining game

And still
Killed me, dying off

You’re perfect

Caused the perfect pain

I’m still

Happy in this hurt
Still here to learn
To unlearn

It’s in my neck
From looking up, down
It’s in my wrists
From holding too tight
To you and everything.

It’s in my eyes
The window out
It’s in my mouth
The loosened shout
It’s in my ears
The silence soothing
It’s in the moving,
The making, breaking
Giving up taking
Finding the feeling
Bruises healing
It’s in the moment

Breathe.