Indigenous Heart Mythology

I may be a Mutt

I’ve been christened a Mongrel

Historically crossbred and disregarded

As an unwelcome scoundrel

Leaving me indifferent and apathetic to any earthly

Bloodline or Heredity

That would ask me to patriotically plant a flag

Or become a thief of another humans dignity

To cast assumptive shadows on another beings

Character or reputation

Due to place of origin, color of skin,

Physical attributes or economic station

Magnified revelations into an unparalleled height of arrogance

Illuminating the potential death of compassion

And the birth of caustic,

Dividing comparisons

To say the least

We have all struggled to fit in

Because of the disparities of antiquity

The crimes of others actions

Acted devoid of remorse and outright iniquity

Someone’s always beaten for not bearing the right colors

Living in the right country

Or provable relations to full blooded mothers

We’ve all been chastised, reprimanded, punished, forsaken

Carried delusional separation burdens

Till were so broken, from the nightmares,

We could barely awaken

We’ve been officially excommunicated and excluded

By dogmatism, classism, religion, racism,

Many are even publically expelled

in societal excisions

For entertaining too radical a positive dream

Or god forbid distrusted for

Idealistically expressing

Candid optimistic schemes

But in this instant,

When we are quiet and in the moment

We are indigenous to the heart

And many landscapes and ancestors far beyond it

We may not have incarnated in this lifetime merry go-round,

As an individual that is stereotypically noted

As an obvious representative of ancestral wisdom

Or have been anointed a guru by someone culturally devoted

But I am certain, like you and everyone here

We carry cellular intelligence

Of this exquisite, blue green sphere

We bleed her dust, soil and mud

Her wind and air our movement

Her water our tears, our blood

The perspective we carry

From just our feet walking on this earth

Is as vital and significant

As any other Human story’s worth

Have we not grown tired of the acceptance and tolerance?

That we are alone, Isolated, Divided and Hated

Because of some contrived, divisive comparison

That is willingly masticated, ingested

After being egregiously plated

The shadowy they,

Who are ultimately you and me

Who might seek to divide us,

Cut us off at the knees

When we no longer overlook the abundant

Indications and evidence,

That we are one in this journey

With the potentials to manifest

We’ll make the fierce walk together

Towards drama and segregations exodus

We are all indigenous to the stars, planets

And all matter in between

Our DNA the irrefutable confirmation

That we come from divine, galactic genes

We are radical agents that voluntarily agreed

To a task of the re-inception of light

With a battle cry of loving our diversity

By our own highest decree

One that fortifies and ensures our collective might

Yes !

We approved of this this voyage

As an honor, not a plight

Agreeing to our unity calls forth the mightiest allies

Birthed and forged in the cauldrons of collective truth

That we are all one species,

Indigenous to the sprawling skies

A native to all the planets, stars

And this dear mother earth

We are a chalice to ancient royal blood

That extends far beyond

This temporary

Body’s birth

We Mutually possess a celestial sovereignty

To love the dragons of division

Back into alignment,

And completing this odyssey

Molded from mutual,

Cosmic aboriginal legends


Marching toward the truth portals

Opening procession

Hail forth all Awakening Celestial progeny

The time is now to share with the world

Our heroic,


Human Heart Mythology

David Starbear

Image Credit

 Geometric Heart

Delusional Sacks and Bags


Those are not carefully packed sacks

Full of rocks,

Judgments and regrets

Tied firmly around my scrotum

Prince Albert-ed

Around my neck


Try to tell me those illusions

That ensue me

Might actually


My heroic lifelong battle

To evade and elude them

Be tangible or true

That my warrior like will to persevere

To engage in a shirking

Battle with my Atelophobic fears

Might be some sort of

Time stealing, Fools errand.

And that I may have actually

Unintentionally created them,

That they might only be smokey intrusions

Like A magicians slight of hand

Creating trickery and delusion

Not the arguable realness of the fears you see,

Just my ability to

Own them

Acknowledge them

Transmute them into some elevated

Or even reasonable part of me


Than what might be in

This scratchy itchy burlap bag

Full of anchors

Lead weights and

Despicable rancors

That I blame for occasionally holding my head

And nostrils just below the breaking whitecaps

If there not really there, would that make me crazy

Holding sanity by a tattered bootstrap

And what of this peripheral pillowcase

Full of habits

Addictions, projections and

Historically poor predispositions

That I treat so gingerly,

To ignore,

to not disturb or awaken

To keep them sedated from my awareness
that leaves me breathless

More often foolish and careless

Wait,  Hold on here

One just escaped

squirmed its way into the clear!

I remember that one from when I was a kid

It lived in the corners,

And under my bed

I incubated it with juvenile terror

And frankenstien-ishly brought it to life,

And now its plagued me

Pursued me,

Like the dark

Chasing light

And now upon a second reflection,

Now that it’s exposed, and I take an improved look

Its terrifying cartoonish appearance,

I think

Yes I may,

Have gotten that persona from a book

It’s just a humble young memory

Seeking proper attention


no malice or

wrongful intention

As I acknowledge it

Let it go

I feel somewhat nimbler

And lighter

Could this be true?


Lets see if I intentionally release another

Is it now coming clearer into view

That these baskets of collected conglomerations

Gravity dense luggage’s full of debilitating beliefs

Misconstrued reminiscences

Misunderstood ruminations

Begging only for a breath of light

My Loving acknowledgement

And a merciful conflagration

Have I potentially had it all backwards

Gotten it all wrong?

That when I journey to sleep

I actually awaken

And conversely return to maya slumber

In the reversed waking moments

In the breaking of dawn

That these heavy bags and baskets

Carriers and sacks

Are only alarms clocks to my reality?

a restless stirring to my emergence,

my divine lucidity?

Agreed to,

Cosmic Training weights on my back

When I shed and release them

My wings do unfold

And ill appreciate flight

Far better

Courageous and bold

As I complete my ascending journey

Towards wholeness

Towards truth

In The sacred fires of attachment burning


Ill claim all this baggage, for a moment

And not one second more

For if owning them

Actually releases them

Than strike a match

Lets be sure

Rocky Mountain Moose Medicine

This poem is approved by peta and the animal humane association

And no moose were harmed in the writing and hopefully in the public reading of this poem

Poetry Jam Aspen April 13 2016

Wildlife workshop Prompt


Rocky Mountain Moose Medicine


Heyo Human Family

Moose here, snacking on grass and pansies over in this field –

Can you –

see me?

Well guess what,

I don’t give a fuuuu-ndacious hoot!

I’m sorry,

I beg your pardon,

I don’t mean to be harmfully abrupt or civilly uncouth

Perhaps it’s due to this extraordinary excess of testosterone pollution
that we male moose swagger in,

That might prohibit the growth of more,

Cerebral evolutions

I mean Geez haven’t you not noticed, Look at the size,- of my rack!!

Hell – we still charge and fight like fools over a woman,

And You- know despite the fact, those ever advanced emotionally spiritual lumens

and compassionate beings them moose gals claim

I think they still secretly like our chingaso- vato head butting games.


Now be completely assured

I didn’t say we was stupid

I feel certain that well give you one a hell of schooling

In the wisdom of living out loud

and looking proudly and unapologetically foolish

so come on now, ask your friend their to put down that rifle

there are plenty of other things out here to eat without acting


If you’d like, Ill show you

I heartily recommend those little purple shrooms

tucked under Neath those nettles

They seem to help folks resume their eagerness

To be reasonable and listen, look inward and get settled

Now Therefore –

We Moose !

Or is it meese, or moosses or. Oh whatever, anyway 

Now back to this originating idea of “I don’t care if you see me notion”

Where this loosely framed moose anecdote propelled into motion

One might assume this attitude

That’s not meant to alarm


That there is obviously no shortage

to my quite sizeable form

And if I feel slightly more than mildly threatened

My mooosely adrenaline is famous for its immediate escalation

In the blink of a second

I’m prone to deal out a charging that’ll knock most on their rump

And might actually, quite accidently,

Send a feller home with a rather sizable goose bump


But Wait, – I don’t like to condone that image of fierceness

That’s not really us, or our natural state of moose being-ness

I mean, Look at me

Creator made me look, like a gosh darn cartoon

With a disproportionate head to face ratio,

that protrudes like a side show balloon

Seriously folks, When Mickey, or Donald or Bugs bunny

Get done with their work and step off the TV

Everyone coos, “ahhh look at the cute Ducky, or Bunny or furry Mouss-ey

But that’s not the case for ole Bullwinkle here, Nope, no siree

Kids cant tell the difference when they take a long gander at me.

The animated nose, the lips, the big goofy grin

I believe that in a likeness contest I would most certainly win

The stoner, Big Lebowski of the forest award

Which actually,

I would highly agree in accord

It essentially might explain the increased moose sightings

Here in good old Colora-dope


Best gange in the world by our observational scope (sorry Canada eh)

Hey, Wait

Not so fast you comical

Attention deficit suffering humanoid creature

We are here to share our

Moose ANIMAL Medicine,

not be another weed endorsing cannabis preacher


We’d like to mildly dispute

The recent excessive amounts of reefer growing

in our favorite napping and meditative hiking routes


The medicine of our moose presence,

The thing we hold dear

Is To help and support you in surrendering

And shedding self doubt and fear

Like I said earlier, maybe even possibly twice

We don’t care if you see us, and yet again,

I digress

Here is the medicine we wish to impart

We moose absolutely love who we are, so take a good stare

And trying that on is what we moose,

for you people,

is our deepest animal prayer

We are unshakably certain of who and why we exist

And live comfortably In our hoofs, or,

Whatever these things are at the bottom of these silly leg sticks

Hey, get a load of these knees

How do they actually support me, reminds me of the lopsided physics of the wings of a bumblebee

And frankly, they look funny as sheee – t

-Sheets, in the mud

So laugh all you want

We moose love it ,

as joy and smiling is in our life’s blood

It brings us great elation, To see you so cheerful

Imagine if you allowed yourself that gift

In almost every experience, without being fearful

Almost, – I mean, this is life,

There are always thorns in them sweet berries

der, circle of strife!

Speaking of which, MAN Did I ever catch the biggest briar thorn

In my tush when I was.. uum


Comfortable in my skin

Willing to pull on a big Wilbur-ry grin

When the summer rains pour down

Or the winter snows set in

This is the Moose gift of our goofy, yet regal presence to you

Be happy with,

and for, exactly

What you are compelled to be most true

You are only ever imperfect

When you needlessly yourself to others compare

When you try to define yourself thru the movies

Of someone else’s share


Or Their looks, their money, or textbook symmetrical features

You’ll only find the kind of pain, suffering and heartache

Not meant for any of us sentient creatures

Your unique physical differences and various perspectives and truths

Are needed, are imperative and do triumphantly decorate this dear mother earth

Don’t perceive yourself so extremely

Take time to enjoy the flower filled pastures of your presence,

And, do it routinely

Wade in the laughing internal rivers and comical gifts of yourself

Let the rains of self judgment

Glide effortlessly off your back

And like us moose,

or damn it, is it meeses?

Enjoy yourself for exactly who you are

Because you’re allowed

And don’t ever need any reasons

To be faithfully you in all you’re humanly awkward

Rough edges

And eccentric moose like dorky pieces

For whatever you have become,

Whatever path you have heeded

Moose says there is room for you,

You are appreciated

And vitally needed.

Aho Heblaska