Gracias Abuelo Grandfather


by David Hartley, February 2011, Ecuador


Religion is subatomic
my own life is scattered across a canvas to awesome to view
life is a dance up from the dust
every brilliant fire of consciousness
too beautiful to fully behold
until I can let myself dissolve in the music
the vibration
the pulse
life


namaste
I am that


life is indigenous
matter is a convenience
how could I sing without air
fill, lungs, with praise


where are the faces of the mothers and fathers before


all time is our story


being alive is our story


culture, language
our story


let none fall behind


we are one


our ancestors are the same


consciousness expressing


we feed each other


even as we feed upon each other




limpieza


song


my heart beats


just because


a wolf’s cry


before any other awareness


I am



because of a thousand drumbeats
ten thousand rattles
an eagle screaming


I am together with a self
not lost
not a missed step
nor a hoofbeat out of rhythm


there is no other way for this cloth to be woven
this was always the story


life, a fountain
material, dust, organized


grandfather, teach me to sing


if my song is not enough medicine
to heal you
I will sing it to you


in another voice
another time


you will be whole
as I am
in realization


enlightenment is sharing


matter is inhabited
we live there
hi !


Sing
alone
all one


one drumbeat
one heart
before and after


then intoxication
detoxification
inspiration


every prayer
explicit
implicit


undeniable
life


may my heart beat for you
may my hoofs be the drumbeat
on the earth
which you awaken from


genetic repair
music
the heart beats into
one
whole


that which is not yours
leave it


the body of life
feeds itself
celebrates
sing


these threads
which
are the fabric of my heart
are yours


it is for your healing
that I am here
have come here
called


sing


let my lips
taste life’s
deep wisdom


sing


however I may bear you
let me
sing


however I may help you
bear your burden


let me
sing


we have always been
love ..


sword
maker
fire
dust


the dust in the wind
carries your name
your seed


we are your children
and your seed
sing


life as a gift
life is a gift
celebrate
sing


let me be reclaimed
I give up
I sing


I feel your life
it is mine
it is myself
I let it go
it is yours
we are that one


which was
and is
again, sing


I sing of desire
I am of that fire
that I am


my will is to intend
you
alone, I cry


mother father god
am I
again
to bear
to be borne
again


to fly again
a sound
from no thing


from the longing of my own
heart for itself
here, beating
yes


you inspire
I breathe
we live
sing


eagle cries
thunder rattles
rhythm
counterpoint
rain falls


life, intelligence, culture
unpacked


lived in
at home
in gratitude
yat a hey


time travelling
unraveling
here
we nene ho yohana


presence
the heartbeat
.. live
sing


kill to live
a hierarchy
culture
sing


live, die, live
again


will
rhythm
order


sing, Grandfather


sing me from the shadows, Grandfather
give me a voice


I will live as you say
as you sing


I will reside on the node points
of your song


I will live for that
for you
I shall be that, of that
for you


unending
transfixed
spacial transliteration


pure responsibility
I am that


I sing in your name
my love
as the birdsong
as the insect dies
in the beak
celebrate
dance


presence
gratitude
inexpressible
..try


lay this heart
in the palm of life
music


before rhythm
longing
births itself


no thing exists
but you


if I could breathe
… sing
celebrate
your voice
if only
infinite longing
calls me back
here now
all ways
crux


heartbeat
time
again


moments of life
paid out
sing


put forth
as life
sing


all hope
all dreams
sing


sing and fall exhausted
.. sing


oh listen ..
my ancestors sing
and breathe
into me
through me
ah, life !

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