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blood and fire
November 2009 
Playing with Fire
Posted on Feb 18th, 2009
by 
Shanti
Shanti
Blood and fire,
Raining over the Shiva moon caught in my hair
light for this nightly love
We play; we pay
Bursting forth with flowers,
feathered we fly
falling forward
into a new reality
of that eye
All turned inward and upon me here
in the centre of what is.
Sifting through discarded petals
and dust of stars
amidst the roots of the cherry blossom tree
made of this self same stuff we feel
everyday
And what remains.
Tears under the ocean
Fishes of the dreaming
tangled through my grasping fingers
gently interfering
with my tender grip on life.
Raining over the Shiva moon caught in my hair
light for this nightly love
We play; we pay
Bursting forth with flowers,
feathered we fly
falling forward
into a new reality
of that eye
All turned inward and upon me here
in the centre of what is.
Sifting through discarded petals
and dust of stars
amidst the roots of the cherry blossom tree
made of this self same stuff we feel
everyday
And what remains.
Tears under the ocean
Fishes of the dreaming
tangled through my grasping fingers
gently interfering
with my tender grip on life.
Did you forget the touch of this wetness
With the thirst that burns from drinking of the sea
When you wanted for God
and he made you wait
ripening, into solid rock
under the weight of all that water
The bone crushing density
of these depths
eclipsing
this basic need
to breathe.
With the thirst that burns from drinking of the sea
When you wanted for God
and he made you wait
ripening, into solid rock
under the weight of all that water
The bone crushing density
of these depths
eclipsing
this basic need
to breathe.
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wonderful, Rilkean, especially the last powerful stanza.
Perhaps it’s the weight of all this lightness that is unbearable
and how can you possibly get your arms around the wind to hold, until it is
quiet once again?
I heard that men are the fire keepers and the care givers of
wind, of breath. I saw that the tropical sea exists where the sun is forever
close and a trade wind stirs its surfaces.
Thanks Nicole Rilke is one of my poetical heroes, he is magnificent.
Doug, I’m not sure how to hold on to the wind, but there are some who harness some of it’s power for electricity! Witchcraft and Majic I believe :) Men maybe the fire keepers but I have heard whispers that the wind is a woman’s friend.
Lovely poem, I can see the similarity to Rilke,I especially liked the last stanza, when I read interferrring I thought does Shanti mean inferring, then realised it was interfering?
Thanks Gael, yes you are right, interfering it is. All fixed up now, I seem to suffer from a rare form of double letter dyslexia: that and a lack of patience in my editing department :).
Bravo as always Shanti - your words are stunning. Double dyslexia suits you :)
Many hugs and again, it’s always a pleasure to sit reading you.
Yay Susan, glad you enjoy! I was researching Lord Shiva while composing this and he turned up in my dreams. He really is quite beautiful to behold, awesomeness indeed. Blessings and Love.