Sara's Dance

Even now
Vast ages drawing closed and parted
Still remain within the core of
Our remembered being
Subtle calls
Stories told
A child’s imaginings
Inspiration by the muse
Tales told in amber dusk of evening
Over coffee
After meals of bread n brine

Before the lilith legacy or
Mediators of a mindless trance
Aeon’s dreams were held as dear
Form and matter for the mind to Sea
Sara’s latent
Living legacy
Intact
But for the opening

A knowing was secured
When speaking sweet encryption
Such as nursery rhyme
Sweet tales of newer times
Or falling in a lovers arms
In gardens of the soul
Faint hints
Within the deeper
Reaches up and whispers
“please ,….remember me”

For some the seed is scattered on the rocks
Finds fantasy a pointless goalless game
Meant for fools n folly

Others find a mild perception of the call
As sad sweet nuance of our anima design
A mild distraction in the world of held chaos

Then those that fall and stumble
With the urgency of
Children
In the wood
Tip head
Watch closely there between the trees
For symbols of the way we came
Confused but certain
Of the longing to return
Within the arms of source design
The place where one remembers
Mothers of the future forms

The Heart we now reside in
Likened to a dove held in the breast
A flutter of potential
Escaping from the nest
Birdlike fools that find the potent folly
Music of the spheres
And puts old feet to dancing in the round

Jigs of joy
When seen
Might smack of madness
Laughter that might once be seen as witches
Under moons of blue
Is seen anew
For
If one squints the eye of truth
And sees the light of every sun
Both dark n light
It might be said
She dances for us all
And notice…
Dust n fog that rises round the
Mild surrender seeks some
Willing breath of matter riding on the wind
And squeals to heavens all
The inner makings of
Creation once again
La la ollay! LA LA OLLAY!

And in a dream
I stepped back to that place of joy
And gathered up the sweet bouquet of Roses
Stirring
Shouting thoughts out loud
“Like me!
These are my Demons,
Saints
And Kin!”
Embraced them all with kisses once again
And danced that
Sara dance so full of mirth
And shouted
“We are All the virgin birth!”
With hand held packages of history
And all potential of what we might be
Divided only by the mind’s geometries
We see
We see
We see

Yes silence in the semblance of a stance
Stirs inner active cycles that we dance
Weighed down beneath the weight of Shaman shawls
Or crystal beads
My Love,
A dream is all we ever really need
A vision for the finer myth
I rest as one more Oaken Tree
Extend my waving branches for the
Changing world to see
That all of you
IS
Truly all of me

talasa 2007