Poems From A Room

by Maia Spring

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released January 1, 2016

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Maia Spring is a poet and musician who currently resides in San Diego, California.

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Track Name: Initiations
He taught me to walk gently
To set my spine and clear akashic records
within a set of breaths

I knew of emptiness
I read of Siddhartha, Lao Tzu
Then took on the blackness of morphine
and a granted wish for death

He taught how to touch without touching
To mend without a needle
To cut with no scalpel

I could disappear

Journey through the fluid
Journey through the plasma
Become the body
Of another

I lived this way
Meditating on the void until
I made one thousand promises
To speak in whispers
To set things back the way they sat before I came
To serve the intention of the other

Meditating into eternities
years became decades
Decades of initiations

One thousand promises
Made to an absent god

Promises
Made to dead prophets

A set of rites

A set of instructions on how to
Journey through the fluid
Journey through the plasma
Become the body of another

One thousand promises
To speak in whispers
To sit at the table to set the original face
To guide atoms back the way they were
Before our meeting was conceived

One thousand promises
To serve the intention of the other

M S C, 06072016
Track Name: As For Writers
Months in retrograde.
Reaching backwards.
Setting charts.

Documenting each lover,
failure and success.

I learned to love myself
when I could not write.
Then mastered how to gauge
the flood of inspiration.

I learned to stop life.
To dam. Omit.
Refrain from celebration.

Some mornings I woke
swarming with words.
Some words I wrote,
some I ignored.

I learned to theorize about the act
when full silence fell upon my life.
I learned to write about writing
when there were no concepts to summon
or keep at bay.

I learned to appreciate sitting outside of madness.
Bypassing trite themes.
Observing similar characters walking on and off of stages
I learned to succumb to the archetypal drama.

We overstand what it requires
to make a life well documented
To take a life down on paper
Learned the rhythms
Sensing when to pick up the pen
Never setting it down

To not ignore the muse when she calls
To miss her like an absent mother
To long for her
To summon her, to cry out for her
To be indifferent toward her

We have chosen an art
One that takes a magnifying glass
to the threads that stitch our lives together
Cutting along the seems
Examining the mind,
the heart, the body
the movements of nature
The dance of the living
the dance of the dead

We were drunk
We were sober
We are present
We are peering into
and passing through
revolving dimensions

We’ve learned to set out the time
for introspection
To go into the impulse, the trigger
Examining the matter and immaterial

Revealing the self to the self
Revealing the shifting boundaries
between self and other
whole and particle
tribe and individual

Students of the romantic
the real

This is how we’ve lived
In the depth and in the shallow
In the plastic, the plasticity, and the stubborn
In the fantasy
and in freezing chrome of indifference

Systemic dedication to the process
Of allowing the whole of being
to run through the hand and onto the page
Run through the page and into print
Through print and into the microphone
Through the amp and into the crowd
for the the observance of quint celebration
for the small gratitude in connection

And it is as if my life was not my own
It is as if the love, the static, the heat
Were shared themes activated for the stanza

Living for the letter
Living for the line
that goes silent when unread

Living for the line
that dies unsung

M S C
Track Name: Initiations - Produced by: (I Am) David Long
He taught me to walk gently
To set my spine and clear akashic records
within a set of breaths

I knew of emptiness
I read of Siddhartha, Lao Tzu
Then took on the blackness of morphine
and a granted wish for death

He taught how to touch without touching
To mend without a needle
To cut with no scalpel

I could disappear

Journey through the fluid
Journey through the plasma
Become the body
Of another

I lived this way
Meditating on the void until
I made one thousand promises
To speak in whispers
To set things back the way they sat before I came
To serve the intention of the other

Meditating into eternities
years became decades
Decades of initiations

One thousand promises
Made to an absent god

Promises
Made to dead prophets

A set of rites

A set of instructions on how to
Journey through the fluid
Journey through the plasma
Become the body of another

One thousand promises
To speak in whispers
To sit at the table to set the original face
To guide atoms back the way they were
Before our meeting was conceived

One thousand promises
To serve the intention of the other

M S C, 06072016