I am of the earth
and I do not trust the water
It laps my shore I lick it up, moistened soft and damp left yearning unoiled lamp left polished but wanting wear
I’m earthen
–yet rarely feet have trodden here
while I walk the substrate bare- footed, rare to see another
with the will to exhaust
such karma there–
upon my earth travellers now fear such dirt
and toxins leached have run amuck now gotten stuck upon my shores
where you wish to lap me up
I do not trust
I will not harm the beings near and you, my dear
I stretch my eye to the edge of
the horizon — trying to find where
water ends and sky begins
unaware I’m standing in that ether now
my waist deep wading
transcends liminal space
and I no longer seek
to stretch my sightless senses far
but rather remain to feel
the space around
I look up and down and see that
in the sky, reflected back,
a different sea, a cloud soaring condensation
ready to transform at any moment, dark and massive
holding deceptive weight
threatening to rise the tides and drown us all
I don’t trust the water
— — — — —
I am of the air
I do not trust the fire
I love it, though,
and how alluring it dances and matches
my rhymic fancies alighting neither here nor there
like spark to ash rising into the night up to the stars –suddenly dying, vanishing and descending
silently — crying and proclaiming that life’s not fair
the fire burns me up its heat draws me in
as if an answer to the ice around my heart
as if it could possibly melt lifetimes of anger turned sorrow to rock how I wished the fiery
heat-of-passion- spawned aggression
was the answer crystal clear —
yet the delusion’s not so before I’m eaten up I make like a deer and run
I do not trust the fire
— — — — —
I am of the light
I do not trust the space
my depth perception’s off my conception’s out of place
I do not trust the time the way it moves so slow to the uncomprehending mind that dims my afterglow
I don’t like the space between us as messages get lost, and when you’re seeing me as separate
with problems you are fraught
I see emptiness before me yet mistakenly, I know naming ordinary appearance
where boundless magic grows
I do not like refraction
how it contaminates my rays
I am pure light I feel it
yet space eliminates & constrains — though I am the brilliant being
I don’t trust the space
— — — — —
I am of deep ignorance
or else I would escape
this elemental game — this cyclical existence in which I’m continuously betrayed
by each and all delusions that gather round my head and constrict my heart’s pace so
I can barely catch my breath it’s time to let this go
into the water I will drown them & with the current let them flow
