A bone bent like a branch
Placed in the bottom of a hole
To seed the past and craft the present
Growing but not knowing in to the future
Experiencing the stages and uniting lost reaches
Of many that were one
Like a snake but once a man
Like a flamingo but was a woman
Like a teacher before a student
Like a knower before a wonderer
Like the staff but still a stick
From the beginning of time
That’s tasted the salt of the sea
And the sap of the trees
The water of bongs
And the wine of native berries
The crooked spine of a daemon
Daemons planted beneath the ground
Who leave their identities in stone
And exchange knowledge with snakes
That come from the other side
The ground ages
And their soul climbs the next stage
Following the insects path
In to the green of the grass
Where the cows come to graze
Underneath great yellow rays
The green eats rot
And their soul falls to the next stage
To fertilize the fruit of the ground
And sweeten the seeds of the garden
The snakes come to taste
And the squirrels climb to see
The berries of these growing seeds
Their colour begins to show
As their soul continues to grow
Ever so slight ever so slow
The roots start their quest
Back in to their cocoon of rest
As their branches explore the sky
Netting the knowledge of butterflies
Deep in to the sky
And deep in to the ground
To gather the past
And hold what they have found
Growing thicker around
Expanding outward from what they know
Deeper in to ground
Closer to the vibrating sound
Of polarity
Deeper in to the sky
To catch the sight
Of the pivotal owl
Who perches above the leaves
Crowning the limbs
Climbing from the ground
Feeding the earth
With the knowledge all around
Ever so wise ever so slow
Deeper and deeper in to the earth
Until the tip reaches
The inner most round of the ground
Deeper and deeper in to the sky
Catching the cawing of the crow
Casting the shadow
Of a universal reversal
To the ground below
Now holding the knowledge
Of two in the body of one
Acorns fall to the ground
Freeing the contained butterflies
To twirl down with them
Around, around and around
Braiding the air
All the way to the ground
Ever so carefully ever so slow
The earth’s blood
Flows in to the limbs
Growing from the ground
Before the leaves
And falls with the seeds
A snake comes to taste
The sweet sap of a butterfly
And a squirrel opens its hole
For an acorn to hide
The sweet sap of a butterfly
Poisons the snake
Creating space
For a pink one
To be seen on the other side
The squirrel baits the snake
With its scent
And an owl chases them
In to a hole
There beneath the ground
Where no eyes could see
Two were connected
And a seed was planted
The ground ages
And the seed sits in its nest
Waiting for its time
To climb the spine of a daemon
The water of the earth shifts and flows
And the salt of the sea absorbs the knowledge
That once grew all around
Then cracked and fell to the ground
To float to the bottom of the ocean
Where time trapped the staff of knowledge
And every stone pressed its face on it
Before it washed up on a raged beach
For light to find once more
A lost wizard bearing words
Found the staff shaped like a snake
He showed the wondering fairy of colourful fire
And they were both held by its ancient power
From a raged beach
They rode a half tone ram
With the staff in hand
To a grey island that was missing something
They rode round to the back
Where the berries grew
And talked of the stick they found
Look at this staff
Its as old as life itself
Its so warped and bent
But so balanced and perfect
Its so simple yet so passionately complex
So powerfully hidden and darkly innocent
It represents the creator and the creations
The seer and the shower
The man and the serpent
The roots and limbs
The tale of a daemon
And the whole of the earth
The key to the middle of the ground
And the centre of the sky
Hold it and feels its age
Its power and its knowledge
And the faery discovered a hole
On the earth
In the bank of the grey island that was missing something
She floated down from the ram
It to the earth of the island
The wizard took the staff
And followed her down
There they sat and there they crafted
Beneath the fruit of a red berry tree
The faery being the curious thing
Went to pick from the tree of berries
The wizard remembering his youth
Says they’re choke cherries
Sour but sweet with a big seed in the centre
And looks once more and shouts
No wait perhaps snake berries
Don’t eat those
Let me look inside before you open your mouth
And see if there is a big seed in the middle
But faeries being there own things
Ate the berry before he could see the centre
Ah these are good
And she placed one in the wizard’s mouth
The wizard tasted nothing dangerous
But feeling no centre seed
He spit it out
What are those he said as he took and examined the berry
It was not a choke nor a snake
It was not sour nor sweet
And there was not one seed
But many
Looking at these and looking at the staff
The faery squeezed the juice of the berries
In to the wizard’s hands
And he placed them on the staff
Colouring the weaved detail
Of layers and layers
Of grey life and death
To pinkish shades of red
Her hands came to his
Caressing the curves and filling the holes
With the juice and seeds of these red berries
And a drop of a blue one
His hands met hers
As a two fisted caterpillar worked its way
To the bottom
Following every curve and turn
Of the crooked wood
They watched as a two handed butterfly
Crawls from its cocoon in to the sky
Up and down
Again and again
Ever so smoothly ever so slowly
The wizard handed the bong
From which they burned and breathed carbon
Through rocky water
And from the borrowed liquid
They created and shared
She dripped some drops
On the crown of the staff
His hands met the power
And simply massaged the stick
She crafted and they created
He stroked and she coloured
She turned and he bended
They spiralled crookedly perfect
Up and down the stick of earth
The stick of life as their guide
They stopped and looked
And the snake looked back
With all its re-rubbed eyes of knowledge and power
And they saw the flamingo on its underside
The faery took a cracked ring from her magic box
And placed it around the wizard’s finger
With hers on his hands
They could feel the cleanliness
They had not felt since their birth
So pure and innocent
And open to all reasons
Where they misunderstood the conflict
They sit and see the partnership between
Light and dark
Life and death
Snake and bird
The wizard blew the wind
And the birds charmed a song
The faery drew the wind
And the snake bowed to them
The wizard showed the stick
The outside world
And rolled in on the grass
Growing above their heads
Echoing thunder vibrated sound and the ground around them
The faery pulled a crooked hooked key
From out her box
The wizard brought his stick back in
She inserted and twisted the key
In two open knots along the snake staff
And fastened it around the head of the flamingo
Perfectly tuning the sounds around them
In to the ear of the stick the soul of the staff
The spine of the daemon and the whole of the ground
There they crafted and there they created
There they looked and there they learned
There they looked and there they created
There they took and there they gave
The faery climbed from the hole
And the wizard carried the staff
As he followed a path
Only wondering ones can see
The wizard carried the staff
As he followed up a hill
And kicked off his sandals
Where green growth grew all around
They walked the earthy path she found
Their toes squeezed the sand
As insects walked over them
They stopped to eat
The blue berries
That grew from where their toes were squeezing
And insects were crawling
She picked and fed him
He picked and fed her
The staff watched with all its eyes
And listened to the vibrations of singularity
Through the key she connected in the right place
The wizard held the staff like a snake tamer
And a bird feather
And let the tail which was and will be again the head
Feel the ground from where it came and helped create
The path flattened out
As their feet met the cool smooth growth
Beneath the wholly shade of trees
Beyond a spot that looks like lilies covering a pond
An old log is being taken it by the ground
The wondering faery ahead of the thinking wizard
Sees the squirrel sitting straight on the lying log
Looking at them
They stop and the squirrel stays and stares
The faery being the curious thing
Walked closer
The wizard followed
And the squirrel remained on the log
The faery wanted badly to touch the squirrel
And she stepped closer
On to the smooth growth
That looked like lilies on a pond
The wizard wanting to connect with the sense of the squirrel
Walked on the lilies that didn’t sink
And looked
Wait he whispered
But she needed to get as close as she could
And she did
The squirrel disappeared in hole
Beneath the log it was sitting on
Feeling like intimidating intruders
On a peaceful one’s door
They walked and left it all alone
They talked and the trees thickened
They walked and dryness cracked
Underneath their exploring feet
They looked and saw
The opening of the trees
In to a trimmed field of green
Individual stones with time and tears of mourning
Stamped in to them
Stood all over the open field
They were on top of the grey island
That was missing something
Within the nest of climbing trees
Was this field of green
The yellow sun in the sky
Warmed the green
Growing beneath their feet
They walked side by side
With the staff tuned
By the key from the faery’s magic box
They walked and looked
And felt the eyes of something wise
Watching their lives
Ever so wise ever so slow
They saw the stones with time and tears and shapes
Of different makes
The wizard saw one he had to feel
A brown sphere as round as the ground around him
His hands came to the boulder globe
Connecting the flow of his pulse
With the vibrating sound
In the middle of the ground
He felt the power
Of all the souls climbing
And the seeds growing
All the knowledge their focused his eyes
To one tree still growing
One oak still learning
And thickening and holding.
More than the old one’s greying
The wizard walked
And the faery followed
To a spot on the grass
Growing around the tree
The round of the ground told them to see
They sat and they thought
They sat and they talked
Of the gift they found and helped create
The wizard eyed the stick
Saw through the past and thought of the future
Do you know how valuable this stick will be
When we die
The faery heard but she didn’t speak
The wizard knew but he didn’t say
They thought and laid
Within the nest of trees
At the top of the grey island
Where stones with time and sorrow
Stamped on them stood
On the same grass
Growing around the tree
The round of the ground
Told them to see
She wondered and laid with him
In to the sky
They set their minds
On the clouds
Many layers’ deep
And lost their sense of gravity
Looking up but looking deep down
In to the cloudy scenery
The wizard with his fingers interlocked
And the cracked ring behind his head
His back and hands touching the grass
And chest touching the sky
Saw his reflection in the clouds below him
The image of a butterfly startled him
His outstretched elbows
Look like the tips of his wings
The curls of hair on his head
Were his antennas
Then sensing movement of something
Coming from beneath the top layer of cloud
Called his eye
Ever so carefully ever so slow
A caterpillar made itself clear
From beneath the ground
Of the fields of clouds
He shook his head
Taking his senses back to gravity
He sat up
And the right side came back down to ground
While the other side went back to the sky
He sat and thought
And looked and saw
An owl feather
Lying on the grass
Looking at the staff and the feather
He gave it to the wondering faery
To place in one of the open knots
Of the grounded staff
And she did
The serpent grew a wing
The flamingo fashioned a feather
They sat and looked
And learned and watched
As a curious squirrel
With a grey bushy tail
Hopped from the great tree
In to the grass
And peaked its innocent eyes
Around the stones of time and tears
Taking the watching one’s eyes
Back and forth
Back and forth
From time to time
From stone to stone
Until the grey one
Saw the stick
The kind eyes of the faery and the tuned ears of the wizard
And disappeared behind one stone
To playfully make its way to the oak
Growing from the same ground
As the grass they were sitting on
The sound of life began to drip
Through the branches
As many grey ones
Jumped and ducked
Climbed and crawled
Around and through
The arms and fingers
Of the branchy oak tree flowing with activity
The faery looked and understood
The wizard listened and heard
The workers on the earth
Preparing the ground
For all the knowledge found
The fairy saw the time to move on
The wizard followed
Bracing himself with the staff
He looked and saw
A branch on the grass
Of the ground they were sitting on
And sharing with the wise tree
Pointing the way
For the grey ones to play
On the branch
Was the leaves of a great oak tree
And one jewel of the lives
Playing all through it
One seed
From the tree
Still standing and growing
Knowing more ground and round
Than any other single one thing living
He took the branch
Handed it
And the staff
To the knowing faery of colourful fire
She placed the Y shaped twig
With acorn in the middle of it
To the top knot
Of the stick of time
The serpent hid
Behind its robes of oak leaves
And the flamingo fashioned
Its new green dress
Looking like the bride
Of all holy sacrifice
The simplicity and complexity
Of one brought back in time
To comfort the spine
Of the last growing reach
To when all was lost
And the two found the key
To all living beings
They held the sweet innocence
And dreamed of the day
It would grow outward and around
Expanding on what was found
And grow thicker around
And higher in the sky
Taking and combining and connecting
Like no other knowing thing before
The master piece
Of all their creations
The holder of all the fruit
Of their struggle
The wizard took the staff
And held it in the air
Feeding the eyes
With the knowledge all around
And the ears with intelligence
Ever so wise ever so slow
The knowing natured faery of colourful fire
Cradled the staff
And rocked the soul
To the sound
Of her fire
Breathing beneath her chest
The faery walked
The wizard followed
Down a dual lane
Path of stone
Down the other side
Of the island
One grey one
Crossed their path
In to the trees
On the right of them
The faery thought to follow
But she knew not to
Down the dual lane path
Where grass grew
In the centre
Of two old
Tracks of stones
They followed down
To where the trees
Cuddled the narrowing path
And wild-eyed roses
Full of dangerous thorns
Tempted innocent ones
With their delicacy
The curious girl
From colourful fire
Bent to pick
The prickly wand of beauty
To pure to be harmed by anything
She tamed the wild eyes and dangerous thorns
And preserved the innocent delicacy
Of its natural beauty
She carefully placed the wand of beauty
Beneath her nose
And gently baited the scented dust
In to her breast
And breathed the peace and innocence
Of a most natural sense
The boy watched and thought
When she was done
He led them further down
As she came
Walking all the way
To a barbed wire fence
Separating them from the field
The cows were grazing
Underneath great cloud spotted rays
Warming the grass
The cows were sharing
With the grey island
That was missing something
She handed him the staff
And she fit herself through the thorny fence
Of barbed wire
He passed her the staff
She held the craft
And widened the wires
For the wizard to pass
And stand on the same side
As the faery
There they walked and talked
There they thought and shared
Ever so carefully
Walking in the pasture
The cows cycled souls
Over and over
For moons and moons
Along the barbed wire
Separating the grey island that was missing something
With the grass the cows come to graze
Underneath great yellow rays
The two talked along and around
The nest of trees protecting the grey island that was missing something
Following the way of the cows
To the shady shadow
Of an oak
That was growing within the nest of trees
On the other side of the fence
Here the cows
Make their offering
To the wise one growing
Giving taking sharing
The wizard sat on the grass
With his back to a post
Supporting the wire
Where he hung the staff
He set his feet
In all the past cows’ giving’s
The faery warned him
Of the barbed wire
To be careful
Of the thorns
Twisted and jagged
But the wizard being the stubborn thing
Sat down anyway
He sat and thought
And gazed to the faery of colourful fire
And wondered
If he knew what she thought
If what he saw
She could see
If what he understood
Was what she understood
She looked down to him
And opened her hand
He looked up to her
And gave her his hand
She pulled him to his feet
There in the ground
Beneath the oak tree
On the grey island that was missing something
Was an old squirrel hole
Looking at the whole
And holding the staff
They suddenly saw
The higher purpose of their craft
They saw the whole
And they knew the power of the stick
And the knowledge it had in it
All the answers
To all the questions
And the cure for all sickness
The wizard cried
I know what we must do
He looked to the faery
Hoping a selfishness not in him alone
Would persuade him
But a selfishness not in her alone
Bounced the burden
Back on him
She handed him the staff
They magically crafted
Pouring every feeling thing
In to the heart of the stick
The soul of the staff
The wizard held the crooked wood
Shaped like a snake
He found on a raged beach
For anyone to find
He knew the age and the tragedy
Of this wise wise staff
That’s been kicked around
The bottom of the ocean
For the last side of eternity
Waiting and waiting
For the time and sound
Of the ground
To be tuned just right
From there the snake
Carrying the flamingo and all the tears of sorrow
Made its way to a raged beach
For anyone to find
And hide
For the next side of eternity
As it has been waiting and waiting
Since the beginning of all life
To climb the ground
And spread all it once found
He took the staff
And weaved it through the thorny wire
Looked at the whole of a squirrel
He took the staff
And placed it in the whole
Connected the tip of the stick
To a bending reach
Only time can teach
Connecting the sides
That have been separated for eternity
For one more craft
Before they die
And leave it all behind
The faery took the sensuous flower
She picked from the other side of the wire
And perfectly placed it
On the temple of the staff
The two
Stepped away from the fence
And nothing happened
There was no thunder and no rain
No magical colours
Beaming their wonderful bow
Around the grey island
That was missing something
There was nothing
Only a quiet breeze
And the sound of peace
They grey island that was missing something
Is now complete
Free to grow
For the remainder of eternity
The wizard turned to the faery
And she met his hands
With her comforting touch
There they walked away
From the staff and stick
The serpent and flamingo
And left them to touch
Like no other has embraced before
The fairy and wizard
Walked hand in hand
To where the barb wire ended
All the way around
To where the patient ram was
Waiting heavily
By the hole in the ground
Where their piece
To the entire round of the ground
Was crafted and created
Ever so carefully ever so slow
The two found ones
Rode the heavy ram
Back to the raged beach
And rode to the top of a Mountain
There they watched
And there they lived
As a huge wave
Made its way from the ocean
To the shore
Ever so carefully ever so slow
As the wave rolled nearer
To the raged beach
The two got closer and closer
Until the wave finally came
To hug the shore
And take the two embracing
Like no two things have ever touched before
To the bottom of the ocean
To be together as one
For the rest of eternity
Ever so wise ever so grey
Ever so slow