Well, here you go. The series has reached its logical end point--a healthy, stable, monogamous, committed relationship that feels a certain way. Now the question--will this play out in real life? And if it does, what happens if he reads this? Will he flip out?
I figure, I want to be with someone who can handle it. Someone who's not going to freak out at the fact that--oh my God--I have this shocking desire to be in a healthy relationship. I mean, it's a desire that is common to most people, so why should anyone be ashamed of it?
The way it is with Makani is like this
there is always the mystery between us.
There is never any doubt that he is mine and I am his
Yet the secrets of his heart are his own to keep.
And he does not pry into mine. Yet he seeks to know me, completely, the woman I am now.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Call #9
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Makani is the oak and I am the willow
his strong arms reach heavenwards
I bend and sway gently in the breeze
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
you think I weep but it is the overflowing of the abundance of my joy
you think he is immovable but in the night his branches reach out for mine
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
two completely different trees we are
yet joined, inseparably, nonetheless
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
his strong arms reach heavenwards
I bend and sway gently in the breeze
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
you think I weep but it is the overflowing of the abundance of my joy
you think he is immovable but in the night his branches reach out for mine
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
two completely different trees we are
yet joined, inseparably, nonetheless
The Call #6
This is my favorite poem in the series because he finally shows up! I get a mental image of a tall, weathered, dark-haired man, walking and singing. I feel somewhat embarrassed to be so excited about something I wrote--but that's the whole point! It *should* make you feel something. It doesn't need to make anyone else feel anything--that is the difference between creation artwork and artwork produced for others. I wonder if any actual guy would think like this--but it produces the right feeling in me.
I am as old as the hills
and it does not matter.
I have the wellspring of vitality within.
I have within me what you need.
All I have, I lay at your graceful feet,
I reach within myself and bring it forth for you,
it is my greatest pleasure to give it to you.
Only let me enter by the gates of your lush garden.
Let me drink the pure spring water from your overflowing well.
Let me find rest in your warm embrace, sanctuary in your arms, nourishment in your breasts.
I am as old as the hills
and it does not matter.
I have the wellspring of vitality within.
I have within me what you need.
All I have, I lay at your graceful feet,
I reach within myself and bring it forth for you,
it is my greatest pleasure to give it to you.
Only let me enter by the gates of your lush garden.
Let me drink the pure spring water from your overflowing well.
Let me find rest in your warm embrace, sanctuary in your arms, nourishment in your breasts.
The Call #5
A hundred gentle breezes
A hundred little loving spirits
They are all around me
All around me, smiling at me
Letting me know I'm on the right path.
A hundred beautiful men blown into my life on the wind
A hundred beautiful moments, a wink, a smile, a nod
A hundred feeling memories to hold in the corners of my mind
I feel his presence, behind the men, wooing me, teasing me, reassuring me.
He's just on the other side of the veil.
A hundred little loving spirits
They are all around me
All around me, smiling at me
Letting me know I'm on the right path.
A hundred beautiful men blown into my life on the wind
A hundred beautiful moments, a wink, a smile, a nod
A hundred feeling memories to hold in the corners of my mind
I feel his presence, behind the men, wooing me, teasing me, reassuring me.
He's just on the other side of the veil.
The Call #3
Descending
Chakra 7
an obelisk in a circular pool
water cascading down the sides, smoothly, steadily
clearest water that ever flowed.
bluest sky, brightest sun
a lush flower garden and a city on the horizon
Chakra 6
deepest indigo violet curtains on the interior wall
darkness, silence, blue flame.
the voice of the Big She can be heard, softly, in a whisper.
Chakra 5
A song, high, clear, the sound of a crystal bell
rainbow prisms, sparkling light
breath carries the voice over the wind, over the meadow
to the ears of those who are called to hear.
Chakra 4
The fountain is warm, the temperature of blood
the sunshine warm, the fire warm
expansion effortless
touching gently, bouncing off lightly, laughter, bubbles
Chakra 3
The fierce Me leaps from the crumbling earth to a higher ground that is also in free fall. Quick, decisive leaps. Sure foot. Sure heart.
Chakra 2
Fire rages, lava flows.
A water wheel turns forever.
Here stands the eternal windmill that powers all creation.
Chakra 1
black. white. bang.
I AM.
i am not.
Chakra 7
an obelisk in a circular pool
water cascading down the sides, smoothly, steadily
clearest water that ever flowed.
bluest sky, brightest sun
a lush flower garden and a city on the horizon
Chakra 6
deepest indigo violet curtains on the interior wall
darkness, silence, blue flame.
the voice of the Big She can be heard, softly, in a whisper.
Chakra 5
A song, high, clear, the sound of a crystal bell
rainbow prisms, sparkling light
breath carries the voice over the wind, over the meadow
to the ears of those who are called to hear.
Chakra 4
The fountain is warm, the temperature of blood
the sunshine warm, the fire warm
expansion effortless
touching gently, bouncing off lightly, laughter, bubbles
Chakra 3
The fierce Me leaps from the crumbling earth to a higher ground that is also in free fall. Quick, decisive leaps. Sure foot. Sure heart.
Chakra 2
Fire rages, lava flows.
A water wheel turns forever.
Here stands the eternal windmill that powers all creation.
Chakra 1
black. white. bang.
I AM.
i am not.
The Call #2
A garden within
in the center of the universe
a clear, overflowing fountain
centered in a courtyard of low-hanging trees
nymphs dance among the trees with wild abandon
eyes open wide, I surrender
in the center of the universe
a clear, overflowing fountain
centered in a courtyard of low-hanging trees
nymphs dance among the trees with wild abandon
eyes open wide, I surrender
The Call #1
The Call
I am a clear pool, deep and still
beneath my waters a wild garden grows
seaweed and lotus, goldfish and koi
gold, rubies, and emeralds--thrown into the sparkling water one day long ago
Leave your clothes hanging over a low branch of the oak tree
Step in slowly, feel the cool wetness gliding gently over your bare feet
I am a clear pool, deep and still
beneath my waters a wild garden grows
seaweed and lotus, goldfish and koi
gold, rubies, and emeralds--thrown into the sparkling water one day long ago
Leave your clothes hanging over a low branch of the oak tree
Step in slowly, feel the cool wetness gliding gently over your bare feet
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