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April 25, 2005
Fields of Lavander
I just wrote a very sad poem, SORROWS OF THE SERPENT, oh, it is so cold and bare, it made me ache by the time it was finished,then I had to thighten it a bit, and that is lots of fun, sometimes the pain in these pieces scare the hell out of me, and I do not go back to them for a while.
Why we do what we do, and the answer is; because we need to, like a mountain climber that when asked why he climbs the mountain and he said; Because it is there. These poems come to energise me, as bare and cold that they are. they point at the geography of my being and my dislocation, od the elements that engulf me, and push me further to go. I used to look at them as Diary of my days,but they are more than that since there is no stop and go, they flow deep and I only come to recieve them within their ebbs and flows. It is this living , the memories and the knowings that sip inside quietly and get to roam and rule the land they overtake. My mother used to say you were born a few centuries too late. and i used to woder how much she knew.
Let it be a field of lavanders, let it be where it could as long as we get to wonder, follwing the wind, as we go running after the voices. Oh how happy a day would find me in a field somewhere beyound
these roads and maps, outside nowher, standing on a wooden porch of a wood cabin greeting the sun, while the fields of lavander dance in the wind, and the beloved calls me in for tea.
Posted by Idinraha at April 25, 2005 04:48 PM
Comments
"You are lovely as a summer's sunset at Tiah's Cove, refreshing as a midnite swim in Ice House Pond. Is it mint tea you have made just now my beloved? Let it be,,,strong & sweet with handfuls of brown sugar cubes. The heady scent of lavendar floating all around mixes with the mint as I raise my cup to my lips,,,but it's not until you come into view that I become intoxicated, fortified by your love I could move mountains". Dear Idinraha^Javad, you see how each in turn inspires anonther? Who knows how much love or sorrow one heart can hold? Expression is the garment that we cloth them in before they parade down the street. It's good to surprise yourself with the depth & colors of such garments. You are a heartfelt being capable of not only feeling deeply but creating deep feelings in others. Thank you for stirring my 'cup of tea.'
Posted by: chey at April 25, 2005 06:20 PM
Well sweet watergirl, what you left was more than a cup, and they brought theri heavenly scents across, I floated in it, drank from it, and let it sip slowly through my every poures. And I am so much better for it. come back again, bring your whitchery and potions, and lets do it again soon.
Posted by: Idinraha at April 26, 2005 05:37 PM