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SACRED SEED ~ originally self-published in December 1997 ~ Wild Fig Tree Press

It is the 20th Anniversary of my first book of poetry, Sacred Seed. Here is an image of the original cover art for this limited edition, hand published poetry book or chapbook. I include the table of contents below, as well. I will share some of the poems from this book in following blogposts. Feel free to request a poem via a comment to this post after reading the titles on the contents page below.

Blessings and thank you for helping me celebrate this 20 year marker for Sacred Seed and the sharing of my poetry more widely, starting back in 1997 while I lived in Marshall, California on Tomales Bay. 🙂

Sacred Seed original artwork 1997

Celebrating the 20th Anniversary of Sacred Seed ~ poems from 21 October 1996 to 1 May 1997 ~ poetry and original artwork by Janice Sandeen; Wild Fig Tree Press

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Numbers easier, much less difficult

Sound and frequency, both

Like taking a nap, three dogs lying

Eight colors beyond the norm

 

Return me to the home that was never exiled

Fortify through threads of a new order, fiber and fabric

Restore the sequence that has no gaps, no intervals

Can we let on to that Being that is?

 

Put aside all strain along with attempts at castigation

Nine wonders, crying all the way

Only then returning, retuning, purify

Ghostly resonance in C-sharp major

 

Daughters of inconsolable mind

Still walking upright inside their bones

Wending, wayfaring, heart drenching

We are all here, hear inside these tones

 

One, two, three and more

I am finding you now, I find you

Even when there is no lost

Filament tracings, cymatic trail

 

The heart, the denseness of the forest,

Mineral refinement sediment seep

Again, yes again, it is here

Holding so much, all in one place together

 

Four lines, matters not of anything seen

Ten wishes opening into one

Passionate gesticulation, a thing done

While recognizing freely ordered grace

 

One Two Four

Six Eight Nine

Two Five

Three Seven

 

Brightness Spectrum

The day seemed brighter than usual in the most uncanny of ways.

The creek could be heard flowing and the flies and bees buzz

was also heard more clearly than usual. But amidst all of these patterns,

there was something else fractured and marred beyond

any usual glimpse of what life could be or look like.

 

There was the stimulation of things unknown,

which is always there for the taking or playing with ~

but today it was more like the unknown of the unknown.

Unknowing squared. It’s not quite like a double negative.

Unknown and more unknown is just the unknown.

 

It may seem odd to ask, “what do we know

about the unknown?”–but it’s precisely that

kind of question that is needed at times.

 

The words tick on like seconds on a clock,

like bees returning to the hive,

like water flowing ever down, down, down.

 

The words themselves are sometimes the only clues

and today those clues are: brighter, fractured,

marred, stimulation, unknown, uncanny,

double negative, and even a few yet spoken.

 

If I could grind up these words to make a pigment

to paint with, these would be music more than color,

the music of thunder, the shudder of forces of nature

coming into contact and then departing or dispersing.

 

How could anything as broken as fractured stimulation

become the clue to some of the greatest mysteries of being?

How could something as uncanny as a double negative

serve a higher cause than the brightness of a day?

 

How fortunate to be inside the Rubik’s Cube of sound itself

such that even sound follows a brightness spectrum.

But there are days such as these.

 

Janice Sandeen ~ 26 March 2017

written while virtually “attending” the writing jam w/Daniel Ari

spoken at The Spoken Word Open Mic in Taos, NM @ SOMOS