Genius Wild Herb Ways

 I am the genius Wild Herb Ways,

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for Eileen, Merry Christmas Eileen and Joshua, I still see you both like it was yesterday(Lyrics all music composed played recorded by the genius known as wild herb ways, take 1 no vocals 25.12.2023)

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***Note: All living beings around us are significant forces with which we interact to our benefit. Our biospirit is of course nourished by interacting with others, our tribe, family and neighborhood. Why biospirit? Because our well being is non-negotiable, we are more than physical bodies test tube, mechanical style. Our actual physical body is simultaneously spirit. Why or how this is so is again a mystery, beyond what little small me can understand and explain. It is just the way it is. For that reason we actually make offerings of actual pinyon pine sap, estafiate, dried manzanita leaves, juniper, canyon cedar, oak bark and as the fragrant smoke rises we bless ourselves and wish all people well. This is our blood and soil. In that way I bless not only one Eileen, but all Eileen's. If I was someplace else I would do it differently. I am here. 

     We are nourished by engaging with rocks, hills, mesas, mountains, plants both great and small, trees, water courses, and these things are likewise wanting to engage with us to our benefit, to our healing, to our medicine. Eileen is a woman's name meaning small bird. When I wish Eileen well, I am wishing that woman person well, and in so doing all women, all persons, even to Mukat and Temayawit, the small twin golden green birds who also created the entire world.  Wherever there are birds, there are bird songs. Wherever there are rocks and craggy peaks, there are rocks and craggy peaks to bless and be blessed. The genius of wild herb ways is where ever you are engaging with the genius creative force of living things, herbs and remedios.***

At winter solstice Yule, I am the genius wild herb ways 

...sun wheel circus gains victory

 in the air, Libra shifts, 

She bears crawl ‘round the sky. 

Blood and soil beaming from your perfect hazel eyes

At the spring ...emmori oaks of Odin Yggdrisal 

With the green, in four directions, little shining bird Eileen be well, little bird be well.

Red breasted robbin sing a song for me

neath the green grass and purple red bud trees at the spring rootbeer flowers with the green in four directions may the Lord take care of thee. Golden light surround hackberry tree Yellow lomatium, blood root and rue anemone Eastern red ceder, chickasaw plum juniper in misaltoe, in the four directions may all be well. I am centered on the sun wheel spinning in the sky Candy tuft flower first bloom of spring

Your hairy salty pussy

Tastes of Kelp tide pools ‘pon the shore

Soft new grass ‘neath cottonwood

We fuck sage brush, spring root beer flowers

Mud baths pariah flows

Too thick to drink too thin to plough

At the spring ...emmori oaks of Odin Yggdrisal 

With the green, in four directions, little shining bird Eileen be well, little bird be well.

Golden chords of light around the tree.

With the green, in four directions, all be well.

Flower of winter you are witch hazel and snow flake.

In her grove of emmori oaks, in a circle golden sun.

With the green, in four directions, all be well.

Monarda emorii oaks beneath the snow.

Yerba santa and red slick rock, juniper and mistletoe..

Blood and soil shining in your perfect hazel eyes

burning round the wheel sky.

Flowing green blood of trees, alligator juniper pinyon pine.

Manzanita, silk tassel, cancer root beneath the ground.

Calling on candytuft first flower of spring.

Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, surround us. 

Light beneath us, Light above us, Light beside us, Light of sacred sun wheel all around us.

Ocotillo black rock basin, palo verde iron wood..  

Gobernadora, bur sage, ambrosia green mothers.

Yule mother’s night blessings to all before us.

Blood our ancestors gone before, soil of fairies, wood nymphs from the corner of our eyes.

Monarda emorii oak, return these sacred groves, in all directions to taste your pollen tiny seeds.

Soil of roots, woody stems below blood father and mother. 

Come down from branches, enter roots, return your leaves.

Sacred land, sacred sex, mother bring your children home.

Where coyotes yip yap, and forests burn, gather the medicine.

Shortest day under longest night.

Horizon to horizon twinkling star dust pollen.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, 

up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. 

Twinkle twinkle little star.

Light return bears awake in spring.

Where else but here?

Who else but you? 

Whom else but I? 

When else but now? 

Sacred land, sacred sex, real work of returning.

Return sun’s golden flame in growing branches.

Green neolithic neandertal all mother we worship you.

Mary, of springs, streams, bogs, cliffs, glade, and woods. 

Wild forest, caves, grottos in her, through her.

4-fold blessing way, sacred land sacred sex, holy earth.

We must secure the existence of our people. 

All creation sings those words, sacred land, sacred sex.

Our mother of springs, streams, bogs, cliffs, glade, and woods.

Aspen shaking leaves turning to golden sun.

Return green mother on this longest day shortest night.

Horizon to horizon the hunter follows the turning bear, Axis mundi

Our life our sacred sex, celestial marriage sacred space, holy family, sacred place, of people faith returning green.

Sacred land sacred sex in daily bread.  

In her grove of emmori oaks, shining golden sun.

With the green, in four directions, little shining bird Eileen be well, little bird be well.

In her grove of emmori oaks, shining golden sun return.

Golden chain of light wrapped around the tree.

With the green, in four directions, all be well.

Flower of winter you are witch hazel and snow flake.

In her grove of emmori oaks, low in the sky golden sun.

With the green, in four directions, all be well.

Monarda emorii oaks beneath the cover of snow.

Yerba santa and red slick rock.

Blood and soil flaming spinning burning wheel of sun.

Flowing green blood of trees, alligator juniper pinyon pine.

Manzanita, silk tassel, cancer root beneath the ground.

Calling on candytuft first flower of spring.

Light is with us, before us, above us, below us, within us, surround us. 

Light beneath us, Light above us, Light beside us, Light of sacred sun wheel all around us.

Ocotillo black rock basin, palo verde iron wood..  

Gobernadora, bur sage, ambrosia green mothers.

Yule mother’s night blessings to all before us.

All our ancestors gone before, fairies, wood spirits from the corner of our eyes.

Monarda emorii oak, return these sacred groves, in all directions to taste your pollen tiny seeds.

Roots, woody stems below blood and soil. 

Come down from branches, enter roots, return your leaves.

Sacred land, sacred sex, mother bring us home.

Where coyotes yip yap, and forests burn, gather the medicine.

Shortest day under longest night.

Horizon to horizon twinkling star dust pollen.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, 

up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. 

Twinkle twinkle little star.

Light return bears awake in spring.

Where else but here?

Who else but you? 

Whom else but I? 

When else but now? 

Sacred land, sacred sex, real work of returning.

Return sun’s golden flame in growing branches.

Green neolithic neandertal all mother we worship you.

Mary, of springs, streams, bogs, cliffs, glade, and woods. 

Wild forest, caves, grottos in her, through her.

4-fold blessing way, sacred land sacred sex, holy earth.

We must for our people and children. 

All creation sings the words, sacred land, sacred sex.

Our mother of springs, streams, bogs, cliffs, glade, and woods.

Aspen shaking leaves turning to golden sun.

Return green mother on this longest night.

Horizon to horizon the hunter follows the turning bear, Axis mundi

Our life our sacred sex, celestial marriage sacred space, holy family, sacred place, of people faith returning green.

Sacred land sacred sex in daily bread.  

In her grove of emmori oaks, shining golden sun.

words, (song lyrics based on Solomon's Song of Songs Douay-Rheims copyright 2016 by Paul Manski)sweetest words ever heard, we must our people and children. Awake, awake, come into thy garden, come in sing our song, don’t eat the flesh of raven’s kind, your kith and kin will be swallowed blind, your love is better than wine, wisdom despised words unheard, listen sister these words, live the challenge of my words...come into thy garden my sister my spouse, the drops of love sweet kisses, in the night, where has my beloved gone? Oh thou fairest among women, why has my beloved turned aside? Awake awake sweet Emily. Come into the garden my sister, my beloved, my spouse. Away from this sinful nation, a people born in iniquity. we must be a future. Thy thighs are like jewels. Sweet sweet girl, together, come to her, touch me, hold me darling. words, we must secure…That’s the reason we are created, the only reason we are here. Here we have everything, a garden, an orchard, with spikenard, a fountain, water to drink, a living well. Awake north wind, let my beloved come. Where has my beloved gone,   Thy thighs are like jewels, goeth down sweetly, walk with me vividitas, elysian fields of green, to be fruitful. To the day breaks and the dawn comes, for our sons and daughters my spouse, the apple of my eyes, under these oaks, in the sacred grove, our words… we must be for our people and future children…

At Imbolc

      At Imbolc...on occupied wah-haz-he land between the middle waters, at frost fog wolf moon,

darkest winter cottonwood budding, you are the genius da da, wild herb ways at Imbolc turning, Aun hah day, bear on its feet walking, thunder lightning, whirlwind, coming down, into the sun, Ursa major and Stella Maris, the polaris bear star of our mother, morning star woman, water woman, walking sunwise bringing bowls of deer meat, dried Ribes americanum, black currants nursing smiling woman, changing woman and her beautiful child, our sun’s and daughters with ten medicines.

The ten medicines are cottonwood bud medicine, monarda, soap root bear grass yucca, grindelia, prairie red root, butterfly weed, purple cone flower, purple flower vervain, spikenard, poleo, elm bark, estafiate and hawthorn and rose hip medicine.

Turns us to budding rising veriditas, the budding greening Christ light born of all mother Mary-ma, at yuletide Christmas, not only in hearts as the infant child but in plants and roots under fallen snow. Seeing the star gleaming in the sky over a house of bread. Our house of remedios, envisioned and built meade, warmed by fire and fed by beer and wine filled song. The house of bread is the house of abundance and storage of grain, salty cheese, of apple and dried walnuts, acorns, pine nuts, potatoes, carrots and pig fed on acorns, sour cabbage, and sausage.

The star shining over our necessary homes of bread, loss and gain, our grain of abundance. We are cautious to embrace the origin story of Imbolc in verse as it is blooming in us. When we look up at the night sky, turned and turning with the wheel with all our hopes, all our longing, with the deepest forlorn melancholy, the roads all filled with mud, staring at the twinklings, at the great bear clock that turns around polaris, half way between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox, here we meet our ancestor messengers.

While it’s said in between time with the thinning veil, comes at all hallows, remember son and daughter, your ancestors are more than names and letters. These ancestors are the flesh and muscle hanging on the bones of your face. Why do we honour our ancestors? Because these ancestors are the tears and laughter deepest impulses and longings, you had, they had with you.

It was every year they struggled and sighed and waited for the budding of cottonwood. In the political tent some may know their names in a list and some of you may not know a single name. Yet the one who knows a lengthy list and the one who knows nothing by their very breathing have a list as lengenthy as hills, as muddy as rivers and tallest as mountains.