Sisu

If I could speak of the east in tonal languages deserving I would use the hyperbole of words such as veritable and haunting full bodied / manifesto and grandmotherly really any sounds conducive of the ancient minds bred of a windful theory in music and the sands mountaining on the eyelids of faith remind me of the most farest offest places of myself sliding even with my back turned singing sitars seldom stagnant circumvent under earth running rivers wet palms closer when you are at my side. in a desert free of mirage its always more quenching where the music is. and if there is the one thing that the visual guidance of Sanskrit has taught me its that god is in the flow of characters streaming together words become emotion becomes manifestation like its been every single day since the rains apocalypse subsided

patiently

and i for one will not take that quest for fire granted i have been handed down the schematics.

rojin, your grandmother is a beautiful woman. the next time you see her you hold the sides of her face in your hands look into her eyes and tell her that "somewhere there is a skinny tattooed Finnish-Canadian boy standing barefoot on the harbor covered in paint cigar clenched between teeth bobbing gently to the beat living on the west coast of Canada on a fucking island and that even though he is that far away and even though you have no idea who he is when you smile with subtle grey eyes of love and knowing and confidence and strength uncertain certainty hope peace wisdom and honor that is near unweatherable he can feel you...and he loves you, truly."

the chimes intact tinker heart songs that rise above the dunes and flags of the tall ships linger in that which we know is wordless still blessedly still we focus half lotused intent on memorizing the verse tracing every string of the universal lattice coy and childish for all ways we attempt we work hard we mimic the thousand arms to the best of our abilities and coincidentally enough from between you, me and your grand daughter regardless of space or time our mimicry comes as a soft steady droning "Om" breaking barriers tearing culture asunder wavering only when fragmented and hashed over the threads of varying frequencies leaking foot prints of separate sizes but when the sun is cold you can still find the steam seeping heavily from the space in the door hinges of the sauna the air inside so thick we breathe water and the moisture knows not the difference between the surface of our eyes and the space 6 inches in front of them...sound travels through granite and a mistrust of my love just as soon as it schoons walkways through the saunas steam so i am singing again not because it goes unheard but because proven repetition ferments faith related in many motions and i don't know where you were born or how often and distant you travel or the means of communication you are most comfortable traversing so ive carved a euro gothic cathedral from howlite with 3 crying veins of labradorite streaking through it the veins face 3 dimensional directions as to catch sunshine independently of one another so that we may always see the reflection of the universe in the things we create and know which star is blazing fiercest just for us. 3 bells of iron wrought in the 3 towers audiofy keys of meditation whispered and cutting as triple tonal sonar fining its way through the oceans and waves tails of the 3 horse men sped relentlessly to seek out our specific souls declarations of my love tattooed across their backs in a triptych of organic memory. pieces of a whole we each will hold.
i imagine an afterlife of congruence through intention. me and you and rojin the 3 caballi we rode in on and horsemen that led us there. it is in the leaving i discover the terraforms my heart creates it is in the leaving my island comes into sight of yours for the very first time and i find that coincidentally our love differs not that greatly. it is no longer a struggle to enunciate the music we play together with clarity for our voices will stream together as one and emit from the core not as a choir but as a single loud soft steady "Ommmmmmmmmmmm"