The Calming of Her Storm
"The Calming of Her Storm"
My mother gave me solace
I fell into her deep hollows
to kiss the wisdom of her
breath chanting quietly
I still hear her
nightingale birdsong caressing
the soft fluttering
of her tireless dreams for me
white dove hymns spreading
over the noir pureness of mine
in the glowing embers of auras
we still remain entwined
Back then, I bathed in the crossfire of her
sadness, joy, love, I was like her
through the smallness of me
I too reigned over her
I was some sage green
She was my ocean
and my world
Some not fully known territory
I was fully caught up in the jungle nets
of her mysterious history
unconquered I remained her steadfast nation
the highest apple in her tree,
she reminded me of something
in another life long ago I had seen
some beautiful wise enchantress
blue de Pizan for a delphinium dauphine
wisdom feathers and weeping willows
soft pearls falling in the sad time of unrest
the dark nights I cooed into her emerald pools
watching the ripples seeing my reflection two sides
left and right in the windows of time
moon and sun glistening love
mine orbiting her ruling planets
traversed her eclipse smiling innocently
in my naivety they were closing in slowly
drowsy drugged by the absinthe in her
sweetly profound je revien
truth never lies nor does it sleep
hypnotic melodies
transferred to me
I transitioned through
her golden kintsugi
mind to mine
she filled me up
I drank her in
"we are never empty vessels"
she continued to sing
I still hear her whispering this to me
when I sleep now she visits me in my dreams
I am her ghost from her mother's dreams
Back in the small time I watched the words spill forth
riding along the unfurling pink velvet
mesmerizingly exquisite under mosquito net
the other mother she said, said,
“listen to me breathe,”
I cross-referencing categorized
memories from her mother to mine
their memories are now mine
to understand and eventually find
I juggle their weight elephantine
from the jungles that remain within me
of that magic time
she speaks some exotic language
from an open cave beckoning labyrinthine
somewhere there deep within
waits for me a precious jewel
laid on eternal alter its ruby redness
ready to be peeled like a juicy pomegranate
secrets of a life revealed
my heart beats
like a savage drum
slow marching
the wilderness of lost days
that move languorous in the quickening
the dissipation of her and I, and
I am at the bottom of her well
staring upwards to twin stars twinkling
under dark fringed canopy
I am small compared to her
my fingers trail stories yet unknown
along the skin of her neck like braille
I am within still that child
I feel new legends inside me blooming
like small fresh petals slowly opening
and falling she always holds me
in the dreams she is walking
my skin drinks her in
mothers milk the elixir
Épître au Dieu d'Amour
I smile against her rhythmic vibrations
where the pulse of life is kept like a caged bird
then at the kindness of her mercy freed
from within the hidden bed of her heart
violet white breathes some god given rite
new life and memories stored within me
they arrive heralded through
the chakra canal delivered from
the place where her soul once breathed
its warm breath over me
the mystery of me and she
the world remains inside me
I remember her
she constantly changes
she is four seasons reigning
I inherited her indigo
I am wobbly wisdom
I am all her points of a broken compass
pointing the way through
inherited electric lightening
I rage then I remember
I am the calming of her storm
over me she smiles, she despairs, she adores
the sun shines from her clouded eyes
windows where the inner turmoil waives
forgiving past grievances her tears
command me for I am her storm
and the blood in my veins is hers
no walking away from that
she is inside me always
I am her mirror
the child leaving dreams of home too soon
walking away the slamming of doors
Upon waking
in this new world
Time moves so fast
she gently shakes me
I am her reality
I was raised to great heights
upon her undulating hips
while the memory of her
in another dimension slips away
she passes all too quickly
the sceptre
to me
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christine_de_Pizan
https://www.chakra-anatomy.com/third-eye-chakra-colors.html
Sonnet III
The 7 Essene Mirrors
(1)
https://ericehrke.com/the-seven-essene-mirrors-of-relationship/
(2)
http://www.ignaciodarnaude.com/espiritualismo/Braden,Awakening%20the%20Power%20of%20a%20Modern%20God.pdf
Cherish Armour
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherish_armour_1019783
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