Wild Blackberry Pie

What fruit art thou, my sweetie pie, my cutie pie?

I am a wild blackberry pie, born to run free with my feet on the earth.

A wild blackberry pie. Art thou a pure part of nature?

I am nature, and so art thou.

Remember when you came in with leaves in your fur? You wore them like a crown.

I am a king, and thou art a queen.

Is every being sovereign?

Aye, and every being is majestic.

Even a centipede?

Verily, and they know things, with a wealth of time on Earth.

And they taste good to you?

As sweet as pie.

As sweet as my wild blackberry pie?

Not possible. Now let’s sleep.

In Praise of Hermes

In Praise of Hermes is a book of devotion by Galina Krasskova to the god of writing, trade, travel, luck, and more. It walks you through a nine-day tradition (a novena) of prayer and meditation. On Day 6, you write your own prayer to Hermes and post it on your blog. Here’s my prayer to one of my favorite gods:

Hail Hermes!

O swift one,

hallowed be thy being.

Mighty son of Zeus and Maia,

brother of the god of the sun.

Patron of writing and silver tongues,

messenger of the gods, guide of souls,

walker between worlds, maker of magic.

I praise thee for ensuring Peace is pulled from the pit,

and for ushering Persephone from the Underworld

to this land of flowers and flourishment —

then back to her husband below

when it’s time for all to rest.

Beloved Hermes,

wield thy caduceus so that I

fall into the bliss of Hypnos,

wrapped in the arms of Morpheus,

and sleep until I am rested

and filled with replenishment.

Guide my travels, god of voyages and luck.

Make me wise in words,

Messenger Hermes,

so that I write and speak

truth with resonance

and converse with ease

in three languages.

Grace me with your gift of ingenuity;

help me be sharp-witted, lighthearted,

and playfully mischievious.

In praise of thee I offer my gratitude,

handwritten scrolls of my favorite poems,

and love-filled prayers as you

infuse my steps and words with

your levity and eloquence.

In your honor, it is so.

The image is a detail of The Judgment of Paris by Guillaume Guillon Lethière, 1812. Sotheby’s has an image of the full painting. I found the detail on a Facebook account called Hermes/Mercury.

Transformation (Book-Spine Poem)

The naked ape
in a lost world
sleeping the big sleep.

Proof of heaven a far memory,
reflections of Eden a secret history
forgotten.

Leaders led by visions of power
and lost horizons at play
in the garden of the gods,
turning the Earth
into a geography of nowhere.

Things fall apart
when you lose sight of the sacred pipe
and forget the celestial chorus within.

A year (and more) in the merde
rises like a tempest
blazes like an inferno
crushes like a crucible,
forging an initiation into
1984
or Revolution.

I choose the latter.

The healer’s manual is open to page 1
if we do the work.

We’re diving deep — and surfacing
and I’m growing big dreams,
having conversations with the gods
about possibility.

Are you awakening
a lively new image
for our world?