tonight Buddha burns
in my living room
sandalwood permeates the air
a flaming flickering blessings
leaving me hung…….drying
upside down…….see-ing all angles
from behind closed doors
expanding into something
I wasn’t before
forcing reflection
hesitation and preparation
like the hermit…….pacing myself
slowly…….up the mountain
questioning inner self worth
eye talking to ear intuitively
sacred rebel honouring body
shining light…..inviting my own true self
inward…….to truly see…….questions
I don’t share…….what is real?
this butterfly moon
radiates over sacred terrain
the river only flows one way
and there’s something about freedom
I don’t buy…….broken down
free…..dom…….free…..dom…….free…..dom
free dominance…….dominates free
dreams sold to the masses in the name of..,
…something to ponder while fire burns hot
Hoopoe birds bring ghostly truths
higher than myself
nature…..the beauty of all things
my friend Andre once said:
……………………………………we are all a single grain of sand in a bushel
an islander…….he married my best friend
and she wasn’t having it
no more…….of that three’s a crowd business
turned our cups upside down
built a wall that I dismantled
put that darkness behind me
daylight has come
still more questions
how the past shapes
futures…..transition shifts life
back then too many shadows
shared my light
yet I know that’s what I like
about my friend…….how her
forceful energies accelerated change
it takes courage for a flower
to sprout from seed
could’ve stayed there and didn’t
first one flourishes
nurturing a fertile future
honouring all that I am
a divine spark
who still has to come down
from the mountain
Ruby McCann is a creative practitioner who holds degrees from Trinity Washington and University of Glasgow. She has published work in publications, You Don’t Look British, Anti-Heroin Chic, Gaelstrom-1 Magazine, Invisible Cities, Poetry Scotland, Journeys, Word Rhythms, and many others. She lives in Glasgow, Scotland next to the River Clyde. Nature and walking inspires her writing.
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