Aya

(May 2023. Birch notebook. Written in between nights of aya ceremony. ‘Loose under Milky Way…’ is one of my favorite lines I’ve ever written.)

Aya

It’s eyes all the way down! It’s I’s all the way down!
The turtle shell is an eyelid, earth bearing witness to my bare skin borne by the press of the dirt.
I beat myself empty so that I can be filled anew.
Only when burned down to the last whisp of ash
Does the will of the phoenix kiss the sky.
Loose under Milky Way of radiant always bliss drips down in excess from the honeycomb stars.
Truth and beauty leave the same sweet fingerprint.
Open all windows to the wind that wants in, the howls of coyotes call us as one flesh.
When I dance like a child, I am as close as this weight gets to the pace of the changing universe.
Pachamama is pleased with me.