remembering

today i return to Spirit

stronger

i listen to native american music

on public radio

hear the drum

the traditional quality of the vocalization

its power

sandwiching shakti hayes folk style

parked on the street

windows open

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i spent much of the day in relative flow

supporting my neighbros

and neighsisters

as they reckon with her first move

in some 15 years

and with a six-month old

and a broken foot

I feel such gratitude for

finding space in their lives

to hang out with a sweet shining

and generally very mellow soul

in the guise of an infant

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i have recovered something today

something essential

reclaiming the space to be human

listening to bootsy collins

and all his genre-crossing funk

asking who told you to doubt

yourself

and in case you didn't know

gil scott heron passed this week

forerunner of rap by twenty years

letting us know the revolution

will not be televised

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maybe it was the indigo sky

i only noticed

taking another breath

to slow down to the pace of others

maybe it was reading about one man's

speculation on the annunaki

and prehistorical manipulation

of the genetic code

maybe it was corresponding with several friends

with an insistence on inspired conversation

and in general taking a day off

maybe it was meeting a new family

whose four year-old immediately

wanted to play

or last night's dreams of flying motorcycles

and houses-becoming-airships

or the bruce lee book i saw today

or bootsy or shakti

or something else entirely

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something happened to me

today

i don't have the words for

remembering