Your Eyes To See Myself

There are too many dark places

which in their darkness

provide the fertile wisdom which gives birth to and contains,

dances with the light of clear seeing.

Needing each other, like the ocean needs the shore,

the day needs night, space needs form.

This love feeds the invisibles.

And the darkness pulls me towards it, to devour me in ecstasy.

I resist, yet know it is what offers me the remembering I have sought for so long.

It is toward this dark remembering I turn and face and dance.

My dark dance of remembering.

Will you watch me? How the edges of my mouth curve, how my feet caress the earth, how the fury in my gut sends flames through my hands?

I need your eyes to see myself.

Please don’t turn away.

Help me defeat the forgetting by dancing with it, embracing it, embodying it…

(be)Longing

To drape the longing casually

over the back of the kitchen chair

or leave it hanging on the hook (a little off center) on my bedroom door,

perhaps tuck it in the pocket of an unsuspecting stranger

or stuff it under my grandmother's Persian rug.

but to make of it a holy offering

adorned with wildflowers and honey,

turquoise and tobacco

delicious in its beauty.

This is the code of the stars

and the task to which I am committed.

and you (I have put a sprig behind your ear)

drenching me,

quenching my thirst

with the sweet rain of tender

love.