songanddancegirl

do u belive in magic?

what are the central images of your life?  how do these define you?

your unique character  person  being  calling  identity?

fields rolling by   farms   cows   trees  endless green   horses

they shoot ’em dont they?  turquoise fabric on couch  shot thru

with threads of silver  dog fur  your parent’s bodies  your father’s

watch in the dark   glowing green  your mother’s long hair being

brushed out  100 strokes lashes  for marrying  for security

what’s love got to do with it?

i didn’t love him until much much later  much   mother’s dresses

accessories  jewellery  prosthetic limb  dressed to kill suburban

dumbdumbs  rounders  grifters  a swimming pool’s turquoise water

your 1st ocean   u still dream of having one   all your own

not watching neighbour children swim  through barbed-wire fence  keep

the riffraff out   get off my property   a girl named Nelly  sneered   so you

pushed her  into the sandbox  where dead frogs squishstank  now mother

of 3   richest family in Canada    croakcroak

but i also saw magic fer chrissakes!  the moon  stars  ghosts

a mobster  with a poodle named Mike    midnight snow

a toothless bank robber  at breakfast   rainbows  glittersparkle

transformed ugly sub urban human tract   into PurdonOz

maudlin i know   how ’bout the entrails of a dead gofer?

all shinyjelly +moist

these images precursors to  screaming cancer patients  at 17   emaciated bestie

of mother’s  in a leopardskin robe deathbed scene   stitches   catheter bags

okay i’ll stop   i likely have your attention

today sparks flew from a construction site 💥 incinerated husband #3 💥 whose

ashes floated West    possibly saving him from another brainsaladsurgery

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..life is your project; there is nothing to tell you what it’s all about.. it’s all

up to you, each individual alone..there is neither God nor Godot to wait for..

build the project of your life with your own heroic hands..

(James Hillman  The Soul’s Code  1996)

Summer Solstice  2025  ..believe..

a mapless life in a mapless universe

i read yesterday  in the new york times (so it must be true)

that the body is both  a tomb

and a portal to transcendence

to nirvana

to the gods

to your waiting  mother  father  brother  poodle

and that to die as fully as you have lived  a conversation must begin

with Mrs. Death   +your ebbing life   reconciling the differences

between  the life you have  +the life you longed for

As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked

Dinosauria We   Charles Bukowski  1992

look no further than your passions as a child:

animals

books

nature

dancing

acting

oceans

wizards

style

saving lives

your unconscious your guide  to a mapless human life  in a mapless universe

but first you must learn  how to read the signs   the images    the dreams

+synchronicities    placed on your path quite intentionally

propelling you forward to become yourself   what daimon was sent to egg

you on?  with a mind of its own  it propelled you to a passion  for catching birds!

perfect pastime    for one so devoted to alone

did the daimon of ape choose her birdparents?   mummybird+daddybird

both summoned by their flocks in the end   hawks bluejays house wrens

birds of happiness   birds of prey   the birds of Purdon Drive

apes flock for 35 years  kids with  brokenwingsbonestrust  fleshflayed

bathed in scalding water   whips+chains   dad kept wire under the bed  

he tied mom up too   the judge lifted an eyebrow

therapist should i send this child  home?

how the hell should i know

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Spring  2025   ..King Solomon always knew what to do.. 1Kings 3:16 28