THE NEONATIVE

From the Author:

I have spent the last 10 years capturing snippets from the air,
holding fairy muses in the palm of my hand just long enough to hear
them whisper. I have journeyed deep into the jungle, high onto the
mountains, far into the desert, deep into myself just to find a space
clear enough to listen to words that I could share with you. THE
NEONATIVE is a book of poetry written during my travels throughout
Asia, Europe, and America. It has taken me years of inspiration and
work to write this poetry and I am unimaginably excited to share my
book of poetry with you.

Weston Elliot Strickler

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Selected poems from THE NEONATIVE

Earth Marinade

Summer Sun I run
Through the tree's I breeze
and land in a meadow
of deer and cherries
Yoga yokes the sun to my spine
and my sensations
are psychic astronauts
dancing on ancient light
I’m a sprite
zig zagging
in and out
of holy forest leaves
landing upon a citadel of green
The forest is my cathedral
and I gladly take any position
of this church
Deacon
Priest
Layman
I accept them all
as I float down stream
water bubble rippling around me
silking my skin
In the cool crisp water
I celebrate
how good I feel
to deal in crickets and wild grapes
in sunshine and shade
In the Wild
I marinade

    In Search Of The Neonative

Who is the beautiful neonative to these United States

Who takes the noble garb and gown of the sustainable

If you find this wise scavenger of the Earth

call me

for I shall sit at my lord’s feet

and learn the ways of the Savage

If you find one so enlightened

living intently and resolutely

like an aboriginal

resolving and renouncing the system of suffering

Please call me, I want this also

In my upper strata middle class ways

it will take me time

to work so low in myself

and so high in the touch of Nature

I long for this child of the Stone Age

who Nature deems her native

I bow to the wisdom that I seek

The light and transient

knowing what it is

beseeching the soil and dust

to take their rightful place as gods

who use civilization as a footstool

Seek me this wild barbarian one

upon the Earth and within myself

and I shall show you purity and courage

open like space is for all

shining as a star into the deepest heaven

radiating like the Sun upon all humanity

If sleep is the question and awake the answer

then this keeper of solitude

is the listener to the riddle

the observer of the beginnings of the universe

All is seen in the Sage’s transcendental sight

All is freed within the mystic’s neosystem

We are carefully treated by this simple and poor revolutionary

this gardener of the Earth

Trees rejoice

They will not be cut by this Buddha

Air celebrates

She will not be polluted by this awakened one

Mother Goddess herself sings

that one of her loved ones

recognize her as she was ten millennia ago

Who is this wonderful gatherer of these United States

Who takes the name of Life

If you hear from this muse of a new age

If you see this oracle of a new flesh

Please arouse me

I want to meet this living tradition of peace

and sit at my lord’s feet