Tribe

The I am You, The You are I, The I are We, the We are TRIBE?

What is this thing called TRIBE? This idea, this word, this reclaim, this unsure, this feeling, the vybration, this complicated entity, this body, whose bodies? this re- capture, the water, this movement in my back, this thorn, this embrace, so many lands, the whispers on my face, the majik, the unknown, space only for others who speak in certain ways

The black satin bed in which the stars lay, or something like gravity of which we are not meant to see, is it the fragments of planet rolling with the moon and all occupants in its wake?

Is it imaginary places to reside, or hide or set aside for when…?

When we wan’ dem? when we recall dem? when we heal in dem? seek solace in dem? when we know dem, when?

This coming home, the separate, the alone, the retreat and the calling, calling to place. What is this thing, this mmmm called Tribe?

Confusing, together, un-belonging apart, love’s inner circle with bones, belly and heart. Capricious turning into dreams unspoken, passions created, multi-verses awoken, and in-between the sluggish consciousness and sleep, there is tribe to birth, there is tribe to meet...to know a new and return…..

The generations of we making, of now, tiny feet and wise souls, their Tribe was inscribed with their Spirit-calls many moons ago

Tribe, song, beat, call, cry, scream ...inhale hmmm….exhale, aaaahhh. bah pum bah pum… spirit force, heart, blood, skin, bone

To sit and dwell in a known and unknown

To forge a mark, our touchstone, so is this home?

To be recognised, fly free and kiss the clouds and share breath and liquid with the ancient ones.

Wine'ing and swirling body to beat, the tribe of my mind, the tribe of my feet…

Spirit, connection, elements, and grounding collide, this thing, this thing, mmmmm do I know? do you ? do we? do they know TRIBE?

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