~ inspired by a French Creole proverb, "dites moi qui vous aimez, et je dirai vous etes", and my upcoming birthday~
I am standing
between spiritual verses,
images of my journey pass before my mind's eye,
this road, so many years long, feels
like only a moment has passed between
then and now
my former selves unite with me
at once as I look backward
and I see surreal scenes
in technicolor of who I was
and the many I pretended to be
I can feel the colors now, radiant
yellows/oranges brightly lit hues,
and bathe again in crimsons,
purples, blacks & blues
my path, long, winding, and strewn with bits of
broken glass, overlaid with fallen
eucalyptus branches, overlaid again
with field stones, perfected the soles
of my bare feet...
and love adorned my way with willow
trees, daisies, roses, morning glories,
soft mossy shoulders upon which I laid
while the wind moaned my lovers' songs,
perfecting the naked desire of my soul...
I am kneeling
on my road, feeling the familiar
splitting of my flesh as new scars reopen
old wounds on my knees, tasting hot,
salty tears of joy/pain/thanksgiving
pouring down my face
I join hands with who I was
& who I've come to be ~
looking forward
and behold
a sacred secret unveil the meaning
of its former mystery
the Spirit asks a single question
of every one of me
~"tell me whom you love, and I'll
tell you who you are"~
in obedience, I bow
and answer silently
Alyce, 2001
I am standing
between spiritual verses,
images of my journey pass before my mind's eye,
this road, so many years long, feels
like only a moment has passed between
then and now
my former selves unite with me
at once as I look backward
and I see surreal scenes
in technicolor of who I was
and the many I pretended to be
I can feel the colors now, radiant
yellows/oranges brightly lit hues,
and bathe again in crimsons,
purples, blacks & blues
my path, long, winding, and strewn with bits of
broken glass, overlaid with fallen
eucalyptus branches, overlaid again
with field stones, perfected the soles
of my bare feet...
and love adorned my way with willow
trees, daisies, roses, morning glories,
soft mossy shoulders upon which I laid
while the wind moaned my lovers' songs,
perfecting the naked desire of my soul...
I am kneeling
on my road, feeling the familiar
splitting of my flesh as new scars reopen
old wounds on my knees, tasting hot,
salty tears of joy/pain/thanksgiving
pouring down my face
I join hands with who I was
& who I've come to be ~
looking forward
and behold
a sacred secret unveil the meaning
of its former mystery
the Spirit asks a single question
of every one of me
~"tell me whom you love, and I'll
tell you who you are"~
in obedience, I bow
and answer silently
Alyce, 2001