Genius Wild Herb Ways

 I am the genius Wild Herb Ways,

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(Lyrics all music composed played recorded by the genius known as wild herb ways, take 1 no vocals 25.12.2023)

***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 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 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.

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 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 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.