belles lettres

Fond memories
Of ten thousand years from now
Pleasurably glide across
Our specialized junctions

Parting the wet leaves
Look, taste, touch, smell, hear, feel, feel, feel, feel
And feel again
With our tongues
With our tongues
With our tongues…

Sweet Beauty
Let us love us.

And then we share that very
quiet space together
Where there’s nothing left to prove

Note to selves:
Remember
There’s ancient, molten rock flowing
below us
What sound does it make?

If we close our eyes
and see the bright red-orange sunlight
we might find out
giggle giggle giggle
feel free to wiggle wiggle wiggle
we can let go
because we are solar-powered
we are of
taken care of

Hello, EKN,
This is EKN.
With love,
EKN

Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance
Reverence for resplendent, verdant abundance

We are the pent,
The spirits,
The ancestors full of

Praise and Howling

Tap on our hearts
Time to wake up

The logarithmic
spiral is
twisting its
painted edged
edge
burrowing and
digging and
through our ahhhs
and whispers
going deeper into bliss

The Healer says,
“I save lives.”
The Poet asks,
“What do you save them for?”
The Poetic Healer replies,
“Life is exquisite.”
The Healed Poet chimes in,
“We’re lucky.”

We just chewed on a seed.
It split in half.
The death of a seed.
The life of a spirit.
The breath of dawn.
Dusk, split in half.

Ah, finally. It’s 09.09.09. Hello, this is Earl Kayman Naga. And so are you. Happy analogically digital opposably-thumbed 11-web-toed birthday to us. We get to touch. Sorry we’ve been away for so long. Great to be back. Love being here. What do we wear? Will you send us our clothes again? Ask and we’ll provide you an address. We can see our mutual inspirations awaken. What poetry do we speak? Please send us our handwritten poems again. What are the lyrics to the songs we sing? We will reawaken our sleeping dreams. Lovely time in our editable memes. The multi-cellular organism is awakened. The ancient cosmic stardust. The animal symbiotic with plants. The world citizen. The citizen of the Universe. The day dream and night dream believer.

Born in an ancient river far, far before the word river, in what is now known as Gorge Us, but what was then not known, Earl Kaymen Naga is happy to be known again.