Reply To: Poetry, sharing and reading

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Alexander Valdes
Participant

    Also to get things started, here’s a poem from me! It’s about a dream I had, leading to a five hour long musical meditation.

    In my palm is soil and seed
    and growing from it, a tree
    with water running down it’s bark.

    Closing my eyes, the water creeps
    into my skin and veins
    then moves through my chest.

    Running my hand through a memory
    I feel old stone that pushes
    the water down to my legs.

    Where vines from my ankles
    wrap up to my knees-
    there are now dew drops on the leaves.

    Birdsong in my hair,
    my eyes open with sunlight
    and the vines grow higher.

    Blue meets green at the waist.
    noon settles, bugs chirping in my ears
    as soft clouds pass my shoulders—

    Night, and my teeth glow
    in the crescent moon.
    softer sounds echo in my nose.

    Water and vines together
    all the way past my fingernails;
    face of sky turned upwards.

    Sounds of my fathers music
    deep in the jungle-
    and there too is home.