To the Tender Man


To the Tender Man

On ghee

Hosting his ancestral pain.



I’m singing through


Ink black nights

As glitter

On the crest of a wave.


I’m calling with the lion tribe


Outside the mouth

Of your healing cave.


We ask the birds


To wrap you in their wispy wings

The snakes to pull the thorn,

The whales to swim

Your diving heart to shore.


You know this Earth is female.


Her endless arms are Gold.

She is alive within you,


she can hold.


Rest in her


Your body, love

Let the broken, be.

Rest in her

Your suffering

Open the deepest the scars

To see.


Kneel into her,


The kindest place will come

From within your own heart

And you never

Have to run.