very early healing pieces

Below you will find links to early healing poems , post trauma so not quite so full of the rawness of pain of my earliest pieces (those are in my own possession), but still prior to 2003.  Still, these speak loudly of where i was at that time. Many of them allude to the healing that Love was working within me. At the time, I understood this Love as God, Today, I might say it was an inner Love awakening and/or being released from where it had been hidden and distorted within me. Either way, Love heals. I am fully comfortable with not having to name it, defend it, ‘believe’ it, or be bound by it. I simply want to Be in the midst of it, whatever it is, or isn’t.

Certainly there have been times, like this, when I have needed the feeling of being Beloved, for healing and wholeness, and times when I have felt powerless in the face of my pain. But who knows from whence Love springs? Was that healing I received in those dark times from an external Being, or did I unlock that Love within myself? Does it matter?

fecundity

you rain and rain upon me

till i am wet with you

my soil saturated

with your passion

and now i lay exposed

my fertile fields

rich with the humus of death recycled

fervantly await your seed

as i emanate these

earthy fragrances

of prayer

memories

i cannot sing

i cannot dance

i cannot love

 

when i open my mouth

i remember

when i open my heart

i remember

when i move my feet

i remember

 

how my voice was ripped

out of my throat

how the trust was torn

out of my heart

how i was knocked down

to my knees

when i tried to dance

 

oh how shall i ever learn to love

when the memory of pain

makes my song of love become a dirge

the memory of fear

makes my dancing feet begin to run

 

no

i shall never sing

no

i shall never dance

no

i shall never love

again

ejaculations

Love,

 

You receive

these

ejaculations of my pain

urgent emanations of my soul

which rise within me

to become a swollen, aching need

to be released

 

And as I enter into You

you draw me ever deeper

embracing me

within your enveloping warmth

until i am absorbed

completely

into mercy’s womb

 

and the raw potential

of my unleashed pain

is transformed somehow

by the passion of your love for me

within this uterine state of being

this sacred conjuncture

which conceives the pureness

of a new life born in You.

death valley

oh god,

how i long for you

to come

and rain upon my soul

yet each day

you pass overhead

with the promise of rain in your belly

 

and i have learned

that your promises are lies

for you withhold your blessing

in dark clouds of resistance

to my pleas

and dump your precious flood

upon higher plains

where fertile lands absorb the deluge

 

not a drop

penetrates  the depths

of this parched and dismal

valley

where i live

enclosed by fierce formations

of my erupted pain

 

oh god,

can’t you see that i am here

in the darkness of this desiccated valley

or do my cries for rain

merely echo off these barren walls

 

oh how i long for you to come

to settle in my valley

with your promise laden clouds

to burst upon me

downpour upon me

inundate and saturate

this thirsty soil with your love

 

 

 

 

 

on eagle’s wings

i soar

as the eagle

with the rising sun

which pours its gold

upon these canyon walls

layers etched in time

exposed by fury’s rage

and painted with the colors

of my pain

 

the vista captivates

as it reflects the dawn

which pursues the shadows

and annihilates the darkness

and i revel in the vision

laid out before my eyes

the play of light upon

the excavation my pain

 

as i rise above the abyss

to glide on wings of grace

to swoop and climb

in flight’s majestic dance

my song of freedom

breaks the silence

as my voice echoes off the walls below

 

and i soar toward the aurora

which rises in glory before me

as i am lifted

by love’s wind beneath my wings

flute song

go back, my child

go back for your flute

do not weep

nor anguish over loss

simply go

 

fret not over time

remember time is nothing

we will wait for your return

so go and seek your flute

for the haunting ballad

of its primeval song

is calling you

 

go

we will light a fire

and patiently await

for we need  your flute

to join our circle with her song

 

we long for her mystic melody

to float like breath into our souls

entering the lungs

of our potential void

to expand

our capacity for love

 

we yearn for her haunting, woeful tones

to stir our passion

and to soothe our pain

as they whisper melancholy

reverberations of our sorrow

resonating with the echoes of our pain

 

and we desire her animated song

to inspire our dance

and exalt our pleasure

as it soars entrancing

undulations of  delight

resounding with the voices of our joy

 

so go

down the hill

around the hairpin turn

back to where you left it

and return to us

following the same path

but bring your flute this time

 

so we can mourn

so we can dance

so we can fill our lungs

and lift our voices

to the music of your soul

Previous Older Entries

%d bloggers like this: