Back again, but green

Green stalks, stirring my outpouring hearts words out –

People in branches, ferns crouch, finches sing, the pathway hunts

The heart, the spear pierces the fog, sings, the finch pierces the

Valley, birds stirring, aflutter, heart in trunks, stirring, within,

Closer, the fae, stalking the hill, pose in the past, flings spear at

Me, turn green. The past that haunts my eyes with elves, and

Dead, and long shadows of black and white, across the fog –

My suburb, berwick, walls of pills line up like houses, bitter pills to

Od on, doped up lies, black and white, where’s there light?

But negatives, houses to repeat, families to repeat, black and

White poses of wrong and right, and structures of mind, bulldoze

Wilds, overthrow hidden realms lost to heart, to win back green

Light. And on it misshapen, misrepresents All One, Brahman

Thru each of us persons, dehuman, the black and white

Lies of a green soiled life, and hidden, coming, the universes

Beginning, it’s being, and her crown. Coming out of that

Structure, the sterile floor, machines that keep dead alive,

Eyes that kill, white lies that pale, thru which comes green light,

Beating in hospital, the echo of a finch, thru which arises the

Earth, and flowers I make for her head, thru which her crown,

Arises, a queen, crowned fae, Brahman, crowned One.

And flows, emanates thru, shatters, erupts, bursts open

EVERYTHING

Thru which they say ones queen be not Maeve, but – dare I say!

Human, perhaps be frowned upon by custom. And s and m

Frowned upon, and societies structures negatives that

Suffocate the faerie realm itself, throw off in words heart follow

Queen, into her green direction, sun: green shape, discus of

Green emanated longing, green comes from black of space,

Lush green face, crowned queen, heart of green, life become,

Walking thru her town, her bushland, holding the scale of

The green balance of each, one another, dominant and submit

To her green crown, thru which comes One, and inward, flows

Back, on the wave of her face, her crown, to begin again, green

Ones back to me, inflows again, and if this be pain, Brahman,

Let it whip,

Let it restrain.