Laying deep within a nest of Chinese boxes,
meaning hidden within meaning,
sealed under ancient spiritual law.
Each box opened, reopened many times,
for the child outside weeps
knowing that the soul has been separated,
yearning to return to the song of love.
Lift up your hearts upon this spring day,
inhale love’s sweet exhalation,
for her breath is more fragrant
than the incense of flowers,
more revered than the rushing wind.
Behold Aphrodite’s touch as she alone
moves the waters to sing,
chords awakening deep melody within.
I am a student of the unconscious,
a woman in search of her soul.
I seek the wisdom that knows,
without knowing how it knows.
Under the shelter of my dreams
with renaissance in her hands,
a dark-winged mother descends.
She will not seek or hunt for me,
I must keep up with her alone
and learn to trust the darkness.
The shaman is endlessly set apart
with terrifying initiation rites.
Dreams of dismemberment,
shadowed by re-memberment.
A symbolic death and rebirth
for the witch who travels along
mysterious, spiritual realms.
Where lost souls are retrieved
and returned to consciousness
for the everlasting walk of life.
My mother gave me the name
that would be the story of my life.
From womb to world
I did not choose this poet’s path,
it chose me.
And, as of this hour,
it continues to choose me,
as I walk hand-in-hand,
death my constant companion.
A bizarre awareness descends into
The air which is holding my breath
Lingering mysteriously it intrudes
Caught with inhalation
Whispering voices rush in
Waves of rippling words
Like voices under water
My mind strains with unease
As invisible invitations encircle me
Startling breath-taking storms
I escape this actuality
Stumbling into unmapped confusion
Are these two earths real?
Twin echoes running alongside each other