LESSONS AND THE RHYTHM OF TIME

LlamaMoon.com Alana Fichman + Alysia Mazzella

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the phone rings

again

and again

and again

and again

there is one star and it is a planet

there is only one way to be true

there’s a fence across my arms

there is a chicken in my arms

against my cheek

black and white feathers

the phone rings

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copy paste

and a poem is in another document in the air in the bytes

on the neck in the rouge on the cheek in the

eye the tip of the nose kiss the playful body in the morning

when everything is unwoken and broken and the light hasn’t hit

your pupils just yet

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mountain toe

pink in the sunset the

cold air blowing in from the east

cupping the city like a sacred object

a stone a heart locket your tears

are a gift your sorrow the rift that makes

the river run brown and clear cold and muddy

hallelujah

is a cymbal is a chime are the small bells on the edge of a drum

i am the small bell on the edge of a drum my

small song enough to make the air part

in joy

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wildflowers on the highway

how selfless, to live, just to drop some seeds, die before they grow

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the color red caught my eye

wild strawberries clustered at the edge a race against slugs in the wet wild grass bright blood red tiny as ever she was right better than store-bought

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responsible

to protect from harm to protect sacredness to learn from listening

for the harvest of the seed

to integrate wisdom

for stillness

to find time to give thanks to discipline to offer a gift to dream to get alone to forgive

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sun

moans groans hiccups

tiny cold toes

open mouth awaiting

warm mama milk

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have faith

nothing left to prove we gifted big dreams made a friend of the enemy now we rest, reflect newborn each day nothing left to prove nothing left to say

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it’s here

the moon

be still

be a child

still running through green grass

the smell passing your nostrils

and the tangle of it clogging your fingers with

newness

till you fall

finally full

into a heap of yellow mustard

cut through with blue sky

i pray

that one day our tears

can part for a moment

of sunshine the tears in this fabric

repaired

by so many capable hands

hearts

and voices

amen

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Commit to a way

hot and fertile earth on a late spring day

bleeding regularly womanhood gifts that lay

creation and acceptance the greatest acts of love

deeply cyclic faithful listener of above

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*

the heart cracked open out flowed pain, a dark thick substance without name freeing the victim of guilt shame blame the lower vibrations of life’s game

renewal, rebirth the fool born again ready to fall ready for change in forward motion the Most High plays a lucky beating heart blessed be the day

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pandemonium

My time clock

When will it stop

Ticking

When will i run out

Of shelter

Rent around the corner

Moving left and right

The sun sets

The llama in front of the fence

My fingers on keys instead of

Lead letters

Inspiration from the bog

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*

There is the garden we tend

To watch the world live

And there is the T.V. screen

To watch the world die

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Patience

the grip of time i am willing all are deserving to be full preparation differs us wait wait waiting intentions do come true get alone lack distractions talk to Self often if one listens to the words thoughts actions one aligns with one truth the only judge is Self they are but the witness i take in i command hand in hand relation is nature it is how we see release keep oneness is all of me

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Can I name you

Can I name you

Call you two things at once

Can I name you

Perfect Paradox

Soon as I released, I received

And I mean, truly, really, released

From the Self of Self

To the listening God

I received and completed

The end and the beginning

Of my new chapter

I’ve made my decision

Can I name you

Call you two things at once

Can I name you

Perfect Paradox

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butterfly

your nectar sweetest juices be grounded and fly touch your belly embody the paradox that is I

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PRAYER

She said: To whichever name you pray, if you are sincere, you shall be heard I witness ever-magic Conversing Self with Self Manifest in deep breath Oneness God in all things

I am the Goddess of Mirth Birds visit my windowsill Affirming this path of mine With permeated faith Dedicated to agreement I seek to recognize low desire from true aspiration

The judge is Self Whom we cannot lie to Whom we cannot hide from This is how justice is served On so-called judgement day Forgiveness is fulfilled Conversing Self with Self