Wilder Summer Beauty
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| Maria on Creative Work |
We met of course
By Chance
Which wasn't.
It was destined
Both broken open
portals of pure
divinity,
Pursued by pasts
Of rage and fury
and griefs and stories.
It was destined
that we
taught and fought
and caught a stiller
silent seven year
breeze,
of coarse, lessons,
habits of old wounds
fresh, as blood let.
Now destiny
sighs, drip, drops
like tireds, ebb,
cavernous yawns
this solstice cried,
enough passed
waters, winds and waves,
transacted, bucket lists,
predicted, safe and shore,
rewards well rubbed,
Like a Once Potent Genie
Bottled,
longer,
Let It Be mature,
dine well red,
Old Dreams,
Popped Corks,
Sell, Sell, Sell, Sold,
White Light Miss
Tick
past, wound,
like springs in stopped clocks,
tight yellow stains spread in
cracked crease, well greased
yolk smeared amongst
Mind and Body
pages.
Sow Now Wilder Seed,
sorting,
As We Go On
Flying Higher,
De-serving, More,
Re-Membering, More,
Loving More,
Whisper Word Of
Wisdom, Whole,
Creating Fresher
Greener,
Growing,
A Truer channel,
Well read, bright
fuller, softer, kinder,
Life exquisite, complex
mystery magic
Laughs,
Quay tea Scorpion Stings
Hot Bite Eyes
Truer Too,
as trunks and fruits
and roots and barks
Do give, head, spread
seed sown,
once fallow feel Now
out and up, on and in,
always pointed
stronger morning star,
toward more vibrant
Light, This
Knows, This Is,
A Rising Fresher Tide
This Summer Cyclone
Coming, She wise,
Hotter Holy Wizard
Island Worldly Oz
Fired Passion
Heat.
Txx
"All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence,
in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance and sing
our sorrowful song
— but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most
ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human
and of believing in a common destiny."
Pablo Neruda
~Nobel Lecture, 1971 December 13
