Brother Blue
The storyteller
From the Collection of C.C. Arshagra’s Portrait Poetry
(In The Key of Listen)
1999
First
…the sky shakes
…and then it fills with fine fools
wearing light hearts
and spirited wings
Then the good mother mud-of-Earth
rises through his soul being
…and here come all of the children
--on this world of ears and eyes
as they witness life
lifting from his butterfly palms
Then still as a universe moving
he soul-showers-you
from the spirit of his ageless heart
onto all your happiness, so hungry
Here listening souls vibrate
and the sky-wings come round
and on-down to give him
his barefoot Earth voice
A story
improvised
begins to dance
God arrives dressed
as nobody and wants no thing;
accepting the skin of everyone
and all the hope of every child
Here, he speaks
the first word …Ahhhh...
and you hear
the breath of sound
A storyteller’s epic,
inside
quiet
spoken motions
The first word
He understands
He lives sharing
the earned respect of this
And he loves
word expressions
Loving the utter eloquence
of all rainbows and all people
Loving all the lost hopes
of each one who surrendered to impossible love
Loving
the finest gift
of every sense
of human nature
Loving
the simple strength of being
while living
gratitude
and giving
wonder
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