YAVUKA

My homeland, where I go to

and come from;

the everlasting youth

springing up anew:

not only my blood and genes

but far deeper, loftier

than any mundane heritage:

traceable by mind.

It’s the heart's own kismet and decree,

the nemesis of Knowing

and human surety: 

allowing presence,

singularity and relinquishment

-

Come, child, ancient one

behold, there are no beginnings, ends.

We spiral, dance, tumble

around the cosmos

via happenstance, serendipity

yet, desirous of The All -

the adventure of becoming;

of utter alchemy.

We sing songs of ineluctable beauty,

ride storms, seasons and lifetimes

of heroism or helplessness,

mix and mismatch indefinitely

in enthrallment, horror or joy;

touching existential base with ecstasy and agony -

everyday devotion or peace

in oneself or other selves.

The elemental salt and fire in 

bodies and minds,

rising up, consuming and dissolving:

 forever losing, letting go -

and eternally evolving…