the wise ones speak of the spirit house
here and there
our ancestors speak of a place there
a holding room for spirits
outside of skin
not far from clouds
they speak of flight
and a journey ahead
guidance & will taken from loved ones left behind
don’t follow the light
it’s lovelier for the ones who follow the
sky to that waiting place
deeper is the journey to not return
lost for the ones that make a wrong turn
they dance from the songs and chants
from below
& follow the raven to a place unknown
left behind are memories of the past
knowing
only matter gets through
finding a place where there’s no queue
a sign only captured by spirits
divine not the grail
but is everlasting
minds holding onto gifts from wise ones
hoping to find that waiting space
eye dream it too
but not for long
and far from fear
holding only the memories
to see them through
chanting for loved ones on the journey
chanting for loved ones as they go
not by holding a spirit too long
but with roots aiming for the sky
that sky place
vision of blue
watching briefly
happenings below
drifting slowly toward trust
spirits let go
past trees and other things
only skin kin know
though some may return
climbing back into shells
for their longing for stone earth
and what’s familiar taking precedence
for constant hell
a treacherous journey
though not the end
voices of guidance and confusion
to those who continue
the journey to that waiting space
in the sky
for the ones carried
by song and chant
the space won’t seem far
just beyond the clouds
that sacred place
toward new moon and stars
to fuse spirit and hearts from below
invisible now set to
transmute beyond physical form
blacker than fractions of light
without following a glow
because maybe it’s blue
the wise ones speak of the spirit house
here and there
our ancestors speak of a place there
a holding room for spirits
outside of skin
not far from clouds
they speak of flight
a journey ahead
