Tattoos

Islander Resort, Fisherman Bay, Lopez Is., WA - by MOON

Under your face

Is something un-aquaintable.

Something that goes deeper.

An essence that resembles dust

So easily blown away,

Containing life forms

That have passed on

A phoenix now,

We are rising.

Together, unbound,

Separate with faith,

Together with aloneness.

I am sensing the edge

Of the ocean

The waves break softly,

Bits of seaweed and precious stones,

Millions and millions of small

Little stones.

Rocks that hold the memories

Of our ancestors,

Recording our collective pain

There is a story there,

Underneath, waiting to make sound.

The grass screams supposedly,

Can you hear it?

Are we listening?

To each other?

I want to hear it, this great unbound sound

I want to play along, sing along,

Feel your hand on my knees.

Slipping into ecstasy.

Soon I will understand,

Soon I will taste the dust

That is our essence.

An age old essence,

Smelling of wood and smoke and salt

It dances along,

The rhythms that are us.

And we the universe, all in unison

Share voice, share story.

Will you show me your tattoos?

I want to read the story of your pain,

I want you to share it with me