Imprints

the lines in my palm touch
the veins of a leaf
as we speak of age and season
I am destined to die
as the leaf falls
but we dance our design
till the end

You and I

 

You and I.

You are the Tree.
I am the mermaid.

You stood, firmly rooted in weathered stones of wisdom, with a panoramic perspective of the world around you. I lived in the waves beneath you, experiencing only what was closest to me – the sting of the jellies, the fear of predators, the waves of instability and change. When I had enough courage to surface again, I would reach out, hoping you would drop a branch, or even the smallest leaf from the Tree of Life. An amulet of healing, a lifeline from drowning, anything, anything to save me.

What has changed?

I now reach out to you, for a branch or a leaf. I give you the Waters of Life. When a storm threatens to uproot you, when the wind blows to undress you, when lightning strikes to burn you into ashes or break you into driftwood, I will ask the sea to be still. The sky will see the mirror of his anger, his violent emotions destroying the earth reflected in a surface without waves or even the smallest or ripples. The sky will see the Truth, and yield to his peaceful blue likeness, the sea below him, the feminine within him.

*****

You and I.

These past few months have been a challenge in communication. We circle each other as strange animals, searching for the familiar scent of home. Fangs glisten, claws sharpen to draw blood of the unfamiliar. We wound each other with sharp words thrust forth from already bruised egos. After the mental exhaustion of throwing thoughts without aim, we retreat to our separate corners of the bed.

We meet again, and walk towards each other at the speed of forgiveness, slow and hesitant, then run to touch the foreign wounds in ourselves that appear healthy when regarded with reverence. You lick my wounds with your medicinal tongue, as I clean yours with my tears. Relief of pain is temporary, as most wounds were self-inflicted. We both heave a sigh of relief.

The weight of our differences still stands between us, and pulls us back to each other again.

Here

I see a halo

crowning the hill beyond

the water, light reflecting

off the surface, the future

of undiscovered possibilities I pull

towards me in ripples of expectation

darkness stretches behind the hill

in sheets of black asphalt

roads under mental construction

of past errors

“Can I change?”

“Can I forgive?”



forward or back

I’d like to be here

near the hill with her halo

an enlightened presence in

the present

*****

"In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time."

-Leonardo da Vinci

The Constant Gardener

The biggest lie we tell ourselves is the one we live everyday in order to make our lives easy.

For Braveheart. You challenge me. Today, I finally understand why.

The Healers Daughter

Dear Little One,

I loved you, even before you had a heartbeat, even before I knew I was pregnant. You doubt my love. You kick on the right side, throwing me off balance. My right side burns and aches, as if a fire has been lit. You have all my water, but I need some back.

I will try to listen to your needs, and respect your individuality, even when Papa and I say that you are too young to know any better. I now ask that you find your comfortable place inside me. You must trust me. Only then can I help you to heal when you are hurting. Though you are not part of this world yet, you are part of my world, the healer’s daughter. Your brain and heart have developed enough for you to hear me.

Please heal me. Restore this imbalance. Help Mummy to be well again. I know you can.

All my love,
Mummy