You will become stronger / I want to believe her / Water glasses slip

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Read slowly to accompaniment of .youtube.com/watch?v=7sfe3AubDVg&t=3196s starting at 40.10, low volume.


You will become stronger
I want to believe her
Water glasses slip


Magic dust in the eyes
Call into action
Most beautiful singer


Passed by the driftwood
Written in gold
The figure closest to him


No bridge can span
Important ritual experience
"Can you see?"


I am left trembling
The soft afternoon
Pulled some muscles


The rubber band snapped
We watched him search
Two-thousand year old newspaper


Scanning the level shore
I leap to my feet
Airforce dropping bombs


The world is silenced
Gathered to chant
Rising twice each night


Abundance of festivals
Offer to teach
Black magic and space travel


A blank spot on the map
Built around the core
Thousands of curious


Who have turned their back
The spiritual wilderness
Notion of resurrection


Weeping and groaning
Unexpected violence
Normal life span


Return from the distant shore
Stood out there on the edge
Was virtually unknown


From all territories
Under the ironing sticks
The cat lay in his lap


The great fifteenth day
Meanwhile on an island
Names I have forgotten


Fine brassbound chests
Hairpins of silver
Their father's father's black cat


I know you well
People looked at one another
She reaches out


It goes like this
In the unlikely event
Altitude of the triangle


Illustrates the extraordinary
The number of grains of sand
As far back as I can remember


Travel around the wheel
Body of knowledge
The whole sense of nature


Kneeling in his field
The self-helper
What is of value?


Deepened my sympathies
One-sided people
Their supreme ability


Make excellent judges
Bolt of lightning
Inwardness and mystery


All poets and mystics
I was riding in the forest
Betraying their perception


Performing some religious dance
Stability of the orbits
Power of numbering


A mutable cloud
He received the story
Put forth his strength


The magnifying power
This is Mr. Snake here
Reflecting emotion and experience


A painter told me
Cry for company
Gallery of sculpture


Finding something valuable
Picked up his dinner bucket
Somebody's footsteps stopped


I want the world to know
The great animation
I am just now beginning


On top of the rock
But also the future
The neighbors used to pray


Waiting for the gods
His own dismemberment
They had us zeroed in


What do you want to do?
The steam whistle, the hum
No bridge can span


Important ritual experience
Poor hungry creatures
Into your medicine bundle


In a poor neighborhood
Relationship with plants
Going out on the street


How far the young have to go
To approach and go in
Their hands take on a wisdom


The sustenance is there
Choose because you must
A series of small acts


An otherwise homey room
Predicaments still to come
Led to my departure


Destined to remain
From seedling to dead leaf
The bond of trust


His attention wavered
They begin to go bad
We're supposed to remember


Absurd mimicry
We try and try
As far back as I can remember


Think about this choice
Be an infinitesimal part
Raised artistically to become


Land with no borders
We have cut our roots
It should be a simple thing


Rectangle-based environment
An inviting enclosure
Roads, paths, boundaries


Low tunnel leading into light
It is over all too quickly
Threw the book across the room


But what newspapers?
He received the story
We're supposed to remember

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Books used:

Tales of a Korean Grandmother Carpenter

How the Irish Saved Civilization Cahill

Tales of Wonder Huston Smith

Refuge Terry Tempest Williams

Talk that Talk Ed: Linda Goss

The Writings of Emerson Ed: Brooks Aykinson

A Short Account of the History of Mathematics w.w. Rouse Ball

Sacred Plant Medicine Stephen Harrod Buhner

Places of the Soul Christopher Day

Everyday Tao Deng Ming-Dao

Authors Website: https://garylindorff.wordpress.com

Authors Bio:

Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.


He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.