White radish thighs root backbone
within the stillness of mountain ft
ribs the trellis for a unfastened stomach
connecting earth and sky
above is ox-back, ancestral want
for pulling a plow, vestigial power
phantom whip ache
there isn’t a use for whip on flesh
already churned with ache
no want to chop the eyelids to recollect this pleasure
I’ll sleep once I sleep
eat once I eat
love when and if I can
the guts as delicate as butterfly wings
there isn’t a extra physique, all gone…
the karma of bruise and phlegm gone
rotten milk tooth falling out gone
sockets of blood within the jaw gone
pelvic tug of warfare at moon-time gone
childbirth gone
hips that open and shut
just like the solar popping out from behind clouds
& hiding once more based on the winds gone!
Unstrung girl puppet
wild mare of the suburbs
many have tried to saddle and experience me
actually no rider has efficiently dared…
As we speak I freely bent my head
I bent my head wanting freedom
figuring out order will iterate
a fractal sutra from this second of assent
this second is each the Seed of the Universe
and the Universe itself
shaping a life’s self-discipline with reliable arms
two ears one trembling mouth
the little bit of my very own making
this bit solid within the fires of wealthy expertise
it matches completely in me
candy and enduring the style of metallic
this primary style of freedom
I take this dharma with nice humility
because the fruit of endurance and large braveness
particularly I acknowledge the longing to gallop
there’s a longing to gallop
above there are additionally stars
by Skye Jigen Lavin
