Bushbabies and Bananas

Lost Voices Who will keep the Knowledge when the hunters fade into legends and paintings on the rock face? With no voices to name the eland or call the rain how will the Ancestors sing the Songlines? Their wisdom is lost to the now scattered Children of the grasslands who huddle caged in the cities dead to the dreaming of the dry desert dunes creeping ever closer they cannot hear the west wind whispering to itself amongst the scattered bones of the Wild ones who had nowhere to run from the relentless drought   Souls are split from the Sacred that they once wandered hand in hand with through the vast open spaces with their herds   The old ways are dying as the waters are drying and the ancient forests cleared no fist strikes the drum to negotiate with the Thunder God no offerings float on the now still river long empty of fish the Children are gone the Ancestors are silent the wind has wandered on   What are you d...

Nightmares in my head of monsters in my bed vampires in my mind feeding on the kind soft shadows lost inside ugly voices yelling trusted faces selling demons dressed as dreams nothing as it seems pull myself back in and down to the darkness underground hungry, heartless, kissing clowns looking out through tired eyes glowing ghosts, grabbing ghouls fiends that float stabbing souls spin three times round and cross the bridge dont look down you're on the edge mouth taped shut arms outstretched prayers locked up I can almost reach the wizard waiting at the end I do hope he's a friend or is he just another candy cover on a smiling snake that smothers you and offers a shiny red Apple? ohhh Kissing clowns one touch from them and you're going down you try to hide but your feet are tied a weeping bride, you're going to drown unless you take the shiny red Apple race back across the shaking bridge spin three times round and come unhinged past the grabbing ghouls who want my Soul b...

Now is the time of the Summoning call Them back to you the unloved Selves the unwanted Truths the fractured  gather your Wounded the yearnings set free in your dreamscape to wander  untethered, uncaged as they could not here. Summon them gently invite them back in ... The crying Child  afraid of shouting voices leaving  tell her it will all work out and that she turned out strong not needing to belong  or stay where there was fear. The Dreamer who forsook reality  for brighter sunny skies ask her to bring back the color It’s lonely here without her magic. The Angel who tore off her Wings  when She felt unworthy of Gods love remind her of water falling in sunlight  and the deep peace of being held in His Light. The Rebel who could not bear the suffering of the world  and lost herself in an alternate dimension. Call them back  You will be stronger  now that you know how to love them.  And they will bring home  a thousand tal...