Dear Love,
-for Marcela Liniero Singleton, who sang me this tale of remember
what i have
learned is much is confusion
it’s easy
to get lost
you think
you hold truth like childhood
it’s slippery, & memory shifts: you travel back to sift
a collected narrative of the i am all i have survived and
then some
we run
programs designed so smoothly we only catch it in glimpses, unbelieving is that really how we make sense of the
world
let’s back
to manifesting
how from
sound we emerged to make all of this, the great dream upon us
where we are all in the net
and
the net is how we get free, the medicine in the poison
you think what will i sacrifice or you don’t consider &
it’s taken anyway
you put
your hand in the mouth of a wolf & lose your hand
but what if you are the wolf
and now you
are in chains you cannot escape with a strange hand filling your mouth
let
me tell you how to drop it
let me read you what the magic sings for i’ve a spell you would
name a love potion
it weaves nine times round the center where the serpent
coils
in the root of what makes us—what stirs us, older than
ancient
i would you remember to taste danger in the air
i would you remember to never let go the wilderness of
things
do not be afraid of the dead
we are
them: do not be afraid of anything you find inside
it will tell you it will kill you but it lies: there is fear
always but never when it’s happening which is to say unlike love that is always
happening but you choose not to see –it’s a matter of gaze & what you are
capable of holding
what do you practice every day. what are you honing. are you asking for things you spend no time
handling.
love is that winged beast who sits behind me & when the
seraphim whispers, its truth rings—when they aren’t singing and they are always
singing b/c it is in their nature to sing &
let me turn
this rune for you—read there what is in your nature, being human
it is in your nature to forget what you are (that’s how often we come round)
we make a practice of forgetting
dear love, why familiar
no one really believes in you
until they do, until they can hold it in their hands
but what of all the unseen gestures
all the codes of love flowing between us
practicing love is gratitude for all the small accumulated,
unnoticed gestures
in our lives—it is an old story
so let me pull up this fire i carry inside my self
let me warm you by it so the sound of what i am saying roots
deeply inside spreading
there is nothing outside love
it is the only program running
it is the only program running
& we are all so perfectly magical
we are all someone’s blood and someone’s story: why need you
believe me in this chaos
you know truth when you hear it: no one has to tell you
don’t you: let me ask you, can you give and receive
can you see it for the oneness it is
let me ask you, can you practice hearing truth before that
skill is lost in our bones
will someone have to die for you to wake it’s ok
we don’t have to be afraid of what is asked of us
would you lay down your fears at the feet of the wolf
watch me slip these old chains, watch me swallow these dark
dreams: everywhere
out of slumber we tumble
i see you and mark you well. i have carried your scent in my
pelt for all of time.
you can come for me for i know what i am. now i am this
vessel. now i sing & next
we find ourselves destroyer of worlds. what one doesn’t do for love or what one does
for love : a boon of no matter
you choose to see or you choose to stumble in darkness: what
does not change is the terrain
i forgive everything. i forgive it all to the depth of what
i am. & run program
tell me how the light here is dreadful
but nonetheless we carry on
Megan Burns
2.14.19