One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. C G JUNG

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Lucid

After another exhausting day she stood for a moment wrapping the robe tighter around her waist. This nightly ritual of staring at the stars was comforting as usual. Tonight it was cold and she did not linger, the full moon was up above the pine trees, it's face reflecting light into every part of the landscape bleaching out the pinpricks of stars. She carefully placed the stone beneath her pillow and rolled over to read a few pages of her book before drifting to sleep.

It was another cold autumn morning, sounds filtered through the conversation she was attempting to have with the woman on the sand. She pulled the cover over her head and shoulder and submerged to the other world again. She stepped up one step and looked back over her shoulder, the child was slowly loping and bending, crawling down the long, shallow steps, concentrating with each manuveure downward.

'I went there, I didn't have time to stay long, just one glass of wine.' The light on the horizon stretched out to gold, orange, pale pink and tinged violet before merging with deep blue. It was getting darker and the warmth was leaving the air slightly and she stepped down once again into the warm sand feeling it slip between her toes. The child had stopped, it's attention caught by something on the stairs. She turned her gaze to the sea. Then she picked up the little girl who screamed at being interrupted from her climbing, kicking her legs and arching her back. The woman felt anger wellling up, then realised the internal frustration and anguish was not the child's fault and tears pricked at her eyes. She wiped them away and put the little girl's feet firmly on the step, talking quietly she bent over holding her hands and walking up slowly as the sea disappeared with the sinking sun.

She rolled over her eyes opened to take in the cold blue light filtering through the window. High above her the clouds tore and through them the pale autumn sky was visible for a moment before being engulfed again in thick cloud.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Lotus

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Memories of the past glimmer in the dead of the night like stars

To my lover

You touched a deep chord in me
It played silently and yet the sound reverberated
throughout the whole earth and filled me
Such energy and vitality
I could scarcely contain it all.

I loved you with all of my heart
I nearly gave up everything just to be in your presence
When I gave you the greatest gift if could possibly give
- Freedom - I still hoped you'd return to me
Want me as much too.

But in giving you freedom and losing you
I gained a soul.

My heart learned in it's pain to embrace
That which it found hardest to love - myself.
I'm still learning and my rejected self often ends up in tears
Waiting to be rescued by someone worthy.

I meet you in my dreams from time to time
We chat but I'm really under no illusions that you think about me
Even if I would like that sometimes.

I still love you
I still miss you at times
Part of me still hopes
That one day I will have the opportunity
To make you understand just how much I loved you then
And still do.

Goodnight my love