I was a bone last Christmas,
& my relatives pounded me
like a broken drum.
Sometimes I have been the strings of a harp,
letting others pull me.
Every winter & spring
I change my shape.
On rainy days I become the barking of a dog.
This is the way of the shaman.
Speaking to rocks &
listening to trees.
The best conversations often are held
between bumble bees,
& the roaring seas.
Fire feeds me.
I am often wood,
set on fire,
burning with wisdom.
Talisen was my father.
The White Goddess is
my Mother.
The air tells me these secrets.
Listen, listen to Lilith
the snake pleas.
She knows the sounds of our mother.
She is beautiful.
This violet lilac
speaks, speaks,
light speaks,
nothing is silent,
listen,listen,
to the whispering wind,
listen,listen.