WE ARE THE NEW SONGS

95C12A2E-70F0-4C43-B162-1EFE4496652FLet the old dogs bark
with addled brains and feeble hearts
for fear boasts of rage and beast

though beast is one we now reclaim
and the barking becomes ever faint

for new songs are taking flight
the ones you, Yes you,
and I, Yes, I, are bringing to light

with our sumptuous showing up
and bold blessings to the grand play

The old dogs got lost and are losing their teeth.

We, the believers in trees and feathered friends
and even rocks hold our faith

We, followers of the original guru
catch her voice raw and nude
before the false fashions set in

We, Citizens of her Flow, know
that pleasant is the song of
Season
And we sit for wise counsel from the wind

So let the old dogs bark, we will sing

We will belt out the morning
rich with delicious melodies

which are the ancient ones
ready to resurrect in us

For we are the new songs
singing through us.

—Ryan Van Lenning

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You can get my books RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul, and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, will be out later this year. Follow me @ryanreturntotheearth for ecosensual mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheartfor my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work.

 

TO LOSE YOURSELF IN A MASTER PATTERN

05BB6694-037D-4DC0-B107-B8C42B4EC9EA.jpegA mystery larger than the Milky Way
lies at the heart of your secret longing

That stalk born in you from the cup of night
drinks daily from the moist and merry met

Make no argument with dawn,
for it is your own stubborn face
writ with play at any cost

If you turn it all over and find
that you were merely a mirage
on the old coin,
don’t fret

Merely open your heartpockets
to find true wealth

When the great buzz
of the techno sky is Unlearnt
the June moon’s melody laps at your ear-shore

And the low hum of lover earth
begins to seed in you the original song, singing:

Your name is cognate with Mystery
and rhymes with every bloom and crooked flow.

-Ryan Van Lenning

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You can get my books RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul, and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, will be out later this year. Follow me @ryanreturntotheearth for ecosensual mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheartfor my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work.

What Song-Basket Could Contain It All?

813C373D-83A2-4468-B069-BB7109199D75What they call love,
I call the wings of a tree
the sand-song of a river beach
multiplied by spring
divided by day and night.

So why don’t I want to resolve
among the 1-4-5-1?

What works works.

Yet I loiter on the 8th fret
looking downstream toward
the common chords
where all the meandering noodles
end up in time,
that great pincer.

Umbilical whoosh and porous I,
out of near storm fuse and fury
harvest all the inborn plenitude
to solo note upon note
while this stalking moon wanes
and waxes wise reciting
Heraclitus as her bloody comrade.

Filled, I want to spill the fullness
into the sky
and her heart
despite myself.

What chord can resolve it?
What song-basket could possibly contain it all?

—Ryan Van Lenning
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You can get my books RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul, and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, will be out later this year. Follow me @ryanreturntotheearth for ecosensual mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheartfor my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work.

The Mystery of Those Ringing Bells

195C285D-16BD-4822-B875-ADD456318C57He’d heard a sound from ‘cross the land
Like bells with melodies that sing
It sounded like a woman’s heart
the color of the coming spring

He lit his torch, began his course
that long journey to find the source
of that murmur, so soft but strong
a bit like wildfire, a bit like song

It sounded like a couple drums
that could set the dancers free
It sounded like a humming thrum
Calling the mountains to the sea

He tuned his ears to beacons all
The beckoning from inside walls
her inner chamber sending calls
he followed and allowed the fall

So past her moat and past the towers
with their foreboding warning signs
He climbed the rampart for countless hours
with help from all the wild vines

He resisted not her labyrinth turns
as gravity pulled him down and in
Through all the halls with torches dark
leading him to her throne within

But she herself could not be found
He stood instead in empty room
And echoes of a lonely sound
came as if from royal tombs

Where was the Queen he’d come to meet?
The one whose song he’d heard so clear?
Had the Queen been overthrown?
What indeed had happened here?

Had the Queen been forced to flee?
Had she been abducted cold?
Or did she abdicate the crown
for fear she’d lose her soul?

Or was she yet within the walls
Her bells buried within the stone?
A signal not for men at all
but simple songs for her alone?

So owning only human ears
He took his torch and turned around
Yet still he wonders even now
what was that bright and wondrous sound?

The mystery of the ringing bells
that drew his aim and why he came
The Mystery of those ringing bells
Remained the only thing to claim

The Moon Is a Turtle

63441B71-BD40-4650-9DC1-061FD90EEC91The moon is a turtle—
how have you not known before?

How she carries her home across
the parched land one step at a time
a reservoir of soothing elixirs in her silver belly

For the people on the edge
for the people burning at both ends
for the people yearning for relief
for the people fearful of their own wholeness

For you—you who are on the cusp of tremendous things

For she has drunk deeply from the world
and knows how to survive the season—
how have you not understood this before?

How with her Moon-eye-point-of-view
and her pace with peace poured into it
she is not rattled
by the noise that reigns below—how have you not noticed before?

How she buries her song egg
in the sand of the sky
always hatching new songs
intoning the old prayers
of love and change
of light and dark—how have you not heard them like this before?

How she carves a bright life in you
always coming and going—
you can’t make of her a bride
to keep in your house
as an ornament

But you must be the bridemoon yourself
When the moment of cracking arrives
and the sound is a marvel
heard by all the lovers out there
who have their faces turned towards the big sky

You are one of them
You are one of the great lovers
one ear pitched on the horizon
the other turned within the deep well

And you discover the cracking never stops
That it is the cracking that draws the beautiful patterns all over your shell
that you buried in the sand of the sky

You discover that the moon
is a turtle
and you are the moon—how have you not known this before?

Mad Season

C70FB9B9-EA97-41AF-9557-2EA743BFB97C‘Til ya get that river in ya, man
Get that river in ya
‘Til ya get it in ya, man
Ain’t coming back to you

Gonna up and start
Gonna strum my heart
Gonna mad the season
Overrule the reason

Gonna ride the river
Gonna give the giver
Gonna ride the beaver
get the fever
weave the weaver
pull the lever

Gonna swim the wind
Dance my friend
Blend my blend
Gonna river bend

‘Til ya get that river in ya, man
Get that river in ya
‘Til ya get it in ya, man
Ain’t coming back to you

Gonna skin my soul
drop and roll
Gonna gather stones
float my bones

Gonna surf the sky
tell no lies
make my law
Gonna go for raw

Gonna stretch my ears
bend my fears
mend my tears
Sharpen spears

Gonna shake it out
coyote shout
scratch my itch
raise my pitch

Gonna hear the tune
swerve and swoon
Gonna be the fool

Gonna
break
the
rules

‘Til ya get that river in ya, man
Get that river in ya
‘Til ya get it in ya, man
Ain’t coming back to you

Gonna face the fate
This gateless gait
Gonna seamless stream
Dream this dream

Gonna eat the east
go for beast
best the West
feast and fest

Gonna live the myth
Gonna hit and miss
Gonna make a mess
Gonna Big Caress

Gonna believe the wind

‘Til ya get that river in ya, man
Get that river in ya
‘Til ya get it in ya, man
Ain’t coming back to you