it is so quiet in my heart

it is so quiet in my heart that 
i thought your silence would move through me without taking flesh.

it is so dark in the once sweet night 
without you 
that bleak stars hide the ancient moon

we sat once on a  butte 
you and i
looking west 
searching the hills for smoke
from the glow of campfires 
where hippies made love in tents
and the smell of their cleaned curls
sapped the pungent canvass sweet

i lived other lives fully that night,
my Kali years coming and going 
as tiny souls bringing crumbs
to lay before Siddhattha's hands

(breath pause breath)  

you taught me to live outside time
because you do
and as i dropped to the water 
your skilled hands held
one patch of my skin
so tightly and sweetly 
that briefly
my body was strong against the river

but your heart is still stretched raw,
your sorrow still struck by secret chanting,
and nothing i sing or bring to our tent
is fire enough for simple calm 

i want you in moments
but even your silence is too much song.

copyright 2011 Kali Star

the celibate celibrant

opulently breasted ulrike
touched his face
he had no voice
but a celibate

silence the drum now
tum tum
silence the hum now
tum tum
beating now
tum tum
tum tum
tum one
the wet wild mountain sing

oregon duet

oregon duet at cougar hot springs

a quiet place
but for sounds of bark-stained sex
from hippie groins awake to flesh

water  womb - hot
scalding scolding
flesh burned pure in kali's cistern
mother's tomb not father's holding
stabat mater dolorĂ³sa

jesus mary vishnu kali
each from each to you for doubting
me the mary on your flesh
the smell of nets pulled slowly from the sea


you knew secrets they say:

where streams came from and rocks
how mountains could sing kyries
when slapped by waves for a million days

you knew that birds once had no wings
you knew the song that old bones sing
how fish found graves quite near to sky
how trilobytes were kind to die.
even skeletons looked sweet 
in your hands.

one can bend time with such knowing
and tickle death with those cards showing.

hearts you saw among those bones
the naked rock singing.
moss and earth, simply skin
you scraped aside to see
what is

they say orpheus knew such things:
it was he, they say,who made rocks sing

but he was more enmeshed in flesh
than you i think.

when i hear stories of what you knew
it isn't orpheus I see,
i think your soul was more the she


stepping down  
stone by stone

copyright 2012 Kali Star

night sky : if children were stars

night sky

if children were stars 
the sky would shimmer the more
if planets were playpens
babies would fly amidst lore
if fairy tales were water
all  would be safe at the shore

hail neptune, moon, venus and mars
if only our children were stars

copyright 2011 Kali Star

finally the goddess mounts

finally the goddess mounts

stone is stone
bone is bone
skin skims above the River Styx
rowing, flowing, sticky mix
sacred sap
wordless tongues
angels sucking sweet white clouds 

i intone with shrieking pleasure:
music begins
and starts again
in circled measure

here i wail the kyrie
credo to the endless flesh
secret womb now wet

i follow you now to a river

i follow you now to a river
the dark speckled water
ultimately nameless 
but known by legend's tongue

cut me not loose
i am not so strong as you claim
but find me, always, in the forest
beyond time's meadow
stepping carefully,
eyes on the deep grass