About Lansing Day

Writer, Educator & Artist ~ Founder of "Empowerment Heart Song Drumming" for well being and success.

Water Spoke

Calling long and deep
into the bottomless well of me,
my heart, I posed a wordless question
that water–free–be invited to speak.

So I listened I paused I listened–
opened and dissolved
fear in me.

Water of my hands
woke up, sprung up.

Water of my feet.

Water of my eyes,
my brain.

There were no parts of me
my invitation was not reaching.

Little baby faces all that water was–
and each, an innocence,
a living breathing star.

And therein
other starry lights.

Green and azure golden
shot high and all around me.

Rainbows spinning, under and over-lacing,
composed a heaven’s tapestries.

To Action

Let this be spark to collective action.
The exercise of natural freedoms and equality.

Sever attachments, break from your safety,
from the shores of who you think you are.

Set sail with faith,
placing ideologies in abeyance.

Set sail with soul songs,
join with saints with strangers
harmoniously singing.

Be ALL as One
in open repartee.

Brothers and sisters,
all of a wild and free nature —
none left uninvited.

Friends at heart, all welcome!

Who shall be chief navigator?

Trace sensitive fingers on contour maps the Universe makes.
Apply improvisations; as we navigate, we invent.

With tiniest of maps (the same is the largest
with infinite pathways) we are destined exactly
to found and inhabit New Earth.

Who brings gifts of intuitive sensing?

Everyone?
Shall we draw straws?

Any can buddy up with the experts
at the rational sextant.

Every single she and he of us
is a guiding star.

Accordingly, let’s begin
convergent conversations of stars.

Of the humans who choose to stay behind, let us love them.
Let us love them and let’s be on our way!

It is enough now that many have had good intentions,
have spoken authentically, enthusiastically.

Yet they do not wish to enter in.
Each in his or her own time.

Others have voiced opposition,
demonstrated resistance.

Some others — stuck in apathy,
in numbness, powerlessness.

Is fear of bodily death
the ultimate stopping?

What is living if living itself
is death?

Are you one who has ears
to hear?

Are you that very passenger
ready to disavow, to disembark?

Have you awakened
to your heart’s whisperings?

Let us begin.

Equal Loving

Who would have guessed — when I tilted my heart
toward baby lizard, perched on a colored desert stone,
she’d blink one eye at me, turn to smile, it seemed,
and lend a listening ear?

I’d only said in a lizard way:
I love you.

Who would have thought — when that stone heard me
loving her, it would, it seem, speak back?
Loving stone too, I was!

Stone, I so admire your villages.
I smile to your many stone peoples.

I eavesdrop on universal questions posed
around sacred fires carefully tended.

And around one hearth, among
cinder specks scattered– that one minute wisp,
grain of cinder there.

Dare I say I love you too?
I do! I do!

In that cinder grain I hear —
worlds of stars, sweetly singing!

By way of explanation, reader friend,
such is what a practice of
loving all beings equally
has made of me.

Crazed being?
Could be.

But could you nonetheless
accept the possibility
and likewise go love adventuring?

If you’d prefer, we could earnestly
and objectivity talk it all through.

Or say ~ Love come!

Speak through us.
Teach us how to listen.

Waterbone

I have known heights, aimed
like a bullet to the top of my head.

Known forbidden songs, jagging
my placid landscapes.

Waterblood water bone — my body,
incessantly had cried out to me.

How long the abuse, how long!
Yell the Emergency!

In the barreled pit of my sober life
up from common sense–snapping into it,
my soul had come alive.
Alive I say!

By grace I breached!
Free in the wind!

You Kingdoms of water —
hear now the words of my tears.

Mea Culpa!
Mea Culpa!

I slam on the brakes, tear off the roofs
of my steel compartments.

I see sky and feel in daylight all the hidden stars.
I declare — the emperor of death
has no clothes.

I scatter forgiveness, unjudging,
across all the fattened streets.

Over the graves of ancestors, I vow.

Oceans of me are singing.
Spinning angels’ symphony.

Water, I shall love you.
I shall speak up and protect you.
I shall fight for you.

I shall fight and die if I must.

Ten times ten give my very life
— that you live!

Breathe Stars

Dare to live!
Stop insisting on chasing after death.
Stop trying to die!

Quit the grand delusion.
You shall never die!

Grow your wings and fly to the mountaintop
of your world. Breathe stars.

Bravely go alone. Only you can do this.

Regularly in your day–exercise conviction,
visualize. Take in
golden, fibrous threads
of starlight, of sunlight.

Take them in through the nostrils.

It is nothing less than soul’s power-fuel.

Inhale slowly and experience
the gentle music of love’s fire,
as flames would pull up
a chimney stack, up pipes of ovens.

Faith builds with such breath practice.

Greed cooked away.
Anger melting.

Ignorance surrendering
to ways of knowing.

Transformations to flowers.
To gratitude.
To generosities.

Prepare that your purpose
shall speak to you.

Breathe starlight.

Are you surprised
that you feel no heat?

Your unique timelessness
awaits your recognition.

Bees

from where I am now at home,
easy on my blue couch

I had a wisp of a thought
and at that — circles of you
spiraled and cut messages in the air

clockwise danced around dangling
pinpoint flowers holding
sips

white and white again, each petal
accompanying rush of shallow river water
talking over rock

if I had had the notion to
carry you home in a pocket,
would you have nipped at me on the way?

this is to say
I have carried you home today
and you are now no further from me
than my very breath

this is ever so

I buzz
while you fix dinner

Flow Awareness

With a shift, an inkling, concepts dropped
and I was all of my true name.
I felt etched in moving water.

I streamed me, was as water frozen,
as water falling, water drifting
as fog, as cloud.

I was mini-singular, H2O.

My two hydrogen rabbit ears
danced five different ways,
and my oxygen laughed and sang,
(what a fabulous team!)

Sundried, now as the clock struck noon,
I found my feet and stood.
I built myself of basaltic rock.

Tower of Babel–polyglot soundings
in cyclic revision spoke intelligence,
spiraling I was.

I inverted. I apt dived down
and in my transitions,
I grew rounded and hollowing.

I was Earth. I was Center.
Was Sun at Earth Center

where timeless pinpoint passages
snatched me home again.

O, boundlessness.
I have no name.