Gaza
Revenge is all that remains
In my heart
A grandmother waving
A white teeshirt
Still brought death
Two babies
Shot and left
To die
Another, Suhar
Four years old and a wheelchair for life
And there is no life here
Just hatred and war and revenge
And we live
Broken hearted
In the rubble.
Silver Spiral
The coiled serpent
Silver and gold
Unravels
Time has come
She rises rainbow colours
Red for the blood of the ancestors
Orange for the renunciant
Yellow for the promise of spring
Green for the future
Blue for the oceans
Indigo for the children
Violet for the women
She comes
Uncoils her silvery body
She will teach us the old ways
She will lead us to spirit
She will nurture and heal us all
The hidden one
She has slept for the millennium
Now she awakens
Sends messages to the molten larva at the core
And out into the stratosphere
Slowly she rises from her
Her spinal base
Purifying at every level
She has time
She is the silver serpent
She is the destruction of our ignorance
She is the deep silence of the mountain
And the loud rumbling of the volcano
She is the knowledge of the heart
She is the disciplined mind
She is the bringer of balance
The righteous one
The gentle one
The mother
The friend
The rainbow giver
The great equaliser
The builder of dreams
She is the one we have been calling
The one we have asked for in the depth of our despair
She is the sound of the om
The laughter of the child
She is ferocious
She will bring down whole civilizations with her love
With great compassion she uncoils
Moves gently up
Through our bodies
The crown her goal
Like a comet
Like a million stars
She will show us who we truly are
She will unite us with herself
Our mother
Our universe.
Bledna
Soft light
ancient light
as boys hold hands
and lead a donkey
up a rocky mountain road
The welcoming of the outsider
feeding her
loving her
making her almost a part
a certain kind of pride
wrapped in love
A resistance to be governed
authority of the tribe
the only one
worth dying for
And death as part of a dynamic life
in service to passionate beliefs
Deep remembrance
and resonance
with justice
Black and white
worthy and unworthy
judgements
Olive trees
witnesses to
the body of christ
Culture
as old and silent
as the sun-baked
earth
Mysteries
deeper than the caves
that sheltered the ancestors
magical waters
drip drip dripping
from sheer rock
Astarte
ancient goddess
housed now
only in museums
and over the doors
of the oldest churches
Covered now
veiled
secrets
take time
The golden light
retreats slowly
and the darkness too
has its beauty.
July, 1999
Two constellations crashed
We shook through what we had no name for
Energy exchange is what we agreed on
But that was too tame
Not enough passion in those two words
To describe how we crashed and mingled
And spread between each others particles
With ecstasy our only guide
To this place of foreign pleasures
Outrageous truths
And the relief of coming home
Beyond the bodies we had chosen
And through the bodies we instantly knew
To our place of togetherness
An end to the longing
The start of a marriage.
