the eclipse has shown me
the limitations and creations of tradition, the innovation of sensual energy,
the thrust of hidden dreams, and the arousal of manifestation.
I can read the heavens–this is the most home I’ve ever felt.
To be with my Self bears harsh deaths that hook to the skin on their way out–
so that new skin may grow, beneath, cells that no one has seen before.
the radiant vibrations urged me not to rush.
I stood over candles pushed upright into soil and I inhaled
new wind and exhaled
pieces of rotting flesh I carried around just to have an excuse to remember.
When the moon passed by the sun like a portly church member would squeeze in from of someone already sitting down on a pew
I said plainly to my Self,
“I am who I am”
again to my Self, then to the trees braying in the wind then to the locusts whizzing in the distance.
I felt solid. I am solid-
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I love your writing style!!! Everything you say is so melodic and calming
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Your poetry was as deep as a tenors voice that caused me to be silent. To be still. It was this passage….
“To be with my Self bears harsh deaths that hook to the skin on their way out–
so that new skin may grow, beneath, cells that no one has seen before.”
…that made be reflect upon the death of my mother and the rebirth of my mothering. To embrace my new skin that boldly sings and screams SELF and LOVE and ACCEPTANCE and BEING!!
To be a mother to those who simply need a little love and nurturing. That is me. That is what I received from your words. THANK YOU!!