we walk alone as the time commends
as the need arises as the love fulfills
mother of each day’s world
I have engaged in intimacies before
holding a cat as he died
a child with a sore throat
sitting in court beside a scared twenty year old
going to jail for freeing a pig
what seems to be a mistake is often
a brave step into situations which
prior to this
had appeared unapproachable
but things look strange only when the full pattern is lost
chant to fear, encompassing it in wholeness
align outer with inner
and give yourself new names each day
horse-that-walks-in-darkness
spirit-who-flies-above-clouds
and become eternally new
love sits high on old crooked legs
and recycled gold paint from the dumpster
after so many years
after animal rights
after finding love
I write the Book of Hours
for life gets more archetypal at the end
and old age is not a disease
accepting this we round the circle
into the hexagram of Peace
ON THE SOUL
My personality has begun a crossing
a crossroad that will open up the truth;
it will link the past to the future.
A voyage that will lead me to a very dark place!…..
…...of my must be forgotten youth!
A deceptive tranquillity is falling upon me deeply;
The dawn will appear very soon;
bringing the unresolved misfortunes of yesteryear’s anxieties steeply.
Two hearts I do have one filled with the present unsatisfied;
the other slowly deteriorating with the failed past…..
…..mingled together forever petrified!
There are no boundaries what life will do to me unexpectedly;
it will sink to the deepest descend;
into corruption;
desecrate and violate time effectively!
Death is drawing nearer…..
…..closer and closer appreciated;
and out of the weakened body,
exhausted with expectations,
never to be realised decimated!
Consequences….
every reason is hidden,
all outcomes utterly displayed understandably so foolish.
Animus, LeftBrain's ego seduction
invites Anima
for RightMind ecosystemic induction.
Together,
a spirited tragic-deductive/comedic-inductive
WinWin soul-production.
tender side of me
lets me to love and be loved
with grace and honor;
trait that emanates both strength
and fear of being exploited.
Date:13.5.2016
Frowning at my desires, and the knowledge I acquire.
Disguising them as shame, pain, and misery.
Scorning me in front of company, but he lives with me.
His lashes wait for me to surface from the dark corners that harbor me.
With him I'm on a leash, in the dark I find peace.
We share the same space, even the same face, but he is far from I.
My ego is like a slave master and I wonder why...
He says we can be anyone we want to be, anyone but myself.
Why do I see freedom in rebellion? Society can't be good for my health.
When was the last time I looked in the mirror
only to look into eyes that I felt were not mine?
They were two dark dots which held a glimmer
of an empathy and caring which is unlike my nature.
Looking more closely at that glimmer staring back at me
I see a part of my being that could only have come from Mom.
She had that glimmer in her eyes everyday of her life
a legacy which she passed on to her daughter and sons alike.
Soft, gentle, caring, sharing the love she had for me as her child
her motherly complexion reflected back in the glimmer I see.
What other gifts are part of the legacy of this feminine heritage?
Is this the reason I am able to love with abandon my own family?
I cannot dwell on this moment of realization that I am part female
as Dad is also here, strong, muscular, but with the same love for me.
Sharing a life of caring for a family which they have made together
I am grateful for both parts of the nature which I see in that mirror.
They have made me who and what I am to all I know, meet, and love
Especially to HIM from whom all things come.
She rises above a pool of twilight blue,
The water glimmering liquid crystal
Fluid as an oiled navel which brightens her flesh,
That inside pure eyes, mist radiates
On her curve, and frost trickles heavily across
Dampened lips …blending with manly scent.
A gush shudders at the rhythm of her depth
While the anima of his raw grace, such kindness
Transforms her outline into a Borealis
Laying on a nightglow of lace and hemp …
Till male and woman become undefined,
Aligned through his surrender to a feminine
Seed , as the water continues bathing them
In the discovery of astral glow… like so,
The sweet vapor within her body rains
------ and his tears
Fall upon her quivering pores,
Honoring the fertile goddess within.
……………………
Anima- “ Every man carries within him
The eternal image of a woman.”—Carl Jung
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Animus/ Anima –Part 1: Anima Contest
Sponsored by Tom Quigley 5/8/2016
Becoming one with this watercolor painting
of butterflies and the sunrise
Stepping out of my bedroom and onto the canvas
Touching baby blue powdered skies
Violet, lilac, orchid majesty
three purple hills across the horizon
And rising just above
Good morning blazing butterscotch sun
Can't believe I'm standing below in the meadow
Emerald grass so thick it cushions bare toes
Dozens of butterflies aflutter, welcoming me in
wings of translucent delicate petals and bows
Breaking out of my cocoon, is like a rebirth
Arms now adorned with sheer taffy hued butterfly wings
They appear to glisten as honey sunrise shines through
I feel so free flying with the other winged things
Below the painting my orange tabby jumps and swats
trying to capture me from these pastel hills and skies
Don't you worry my pet, I'll return to the bedroom soon
But for now I'm at one with butterflies and the sunrise
5/1/16
Paranormal visions of flying unicorns
with wild and supreme handsomeness,
give a boost to my conscious animus...
asserting my manhood in every sense.
Then anima makes her appearance,
and dreams change color and shape;
the feminine aspect of sensibility
transforms my ego once so untamed,
so fearless of phantoms that cringed.
I shiver more than an helpless
woman who covers her hears
not to hear their frightful litany.
My perception of actual things
becomes more alluring than fancy;
I lose the sense of hard feelings...
as fantasy offers me a drink of oblivion,
and makes me explore a rendition
of what is contrary to my masculinity.
Femininity - Anima
Sweet femininity was formed in Eve,
before thrown from the Garden for her sin;
engrained in souls by God, I do believe...
the essence of true womanhood within.
These female traits present themselves in me
through love, emotions, tenderness, and sense
of being led by creativity
in ways that show compassion deep, intense.
Imagination and perception stir
beyond the realm of mere creative art:
sense of aesthetics in all things occur;
a yin and yang of balance must take part.
Maternal instinct lodged within my soul,
the need to comfort with devoted care
my family, as well as to extol
with love, God's earthly creatures everywhere.
Romantic love of sweet and gentle kind
that speaks commitment and fidelity,
with friendship and relatedness combined;
these are the gifts of female traits in me.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written In April 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/15/2016
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 05/17/2016
To be of nature apart from myself
And find its meaning is threaded from birth
To be male or female, to be one self
As two are one, its strange value or worth
To find there is beauty to pursue
To be male , yet be gentle to comply
And understand empathy has value
To see a feminine world through a male eye
Grounded in confidence of one's skin
Accept each heart felt burden, to forgive
To not think emotion revealed a sin
Allowing sensitivity to live
To grasp we're born from both male and female
To know two form one, on life's weighted scale
contest Anima
4/27/16
Anima balances Animus
In a dance of fathomless rhythm
The hangover reaches the consciousness
The cherry tree goes on blossoming spree beside the sea
I find myself delving deep with the emotions by her hands set free
In the warmly maternal hearth
Are my malted moments of mystic mirth
Never any dearth in perceiving the coffee cup held up
Anima has at all times been most pleasurably giving birth
To a variety of rain and thunder in an awesomely good earth
Anima is generous in beckoning under her brackish breath
A momentary death underneath is euphoric in its affinitive depth
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April 27, 2016
For: Anima – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
I'm emotional;
I'm easily excited;
I'm easily irritated....
Sometimes I spend a lot of time
staring at myself at the mirror,
like Narcissus.
Sometimes I crave for attention
whenever I feel neglected.
Sometimes I sense emotions
of the ones close to me....
All these are the feminine part of me,
which you don't easily notice,
for there are many things for you to notice....
Give me a shelter to interpret these feelings
A locus where my brain could redeem the shackles of its echoes
Domination of intrigues try to play on my guile
I wish someone could fathom the grains of these ambiguities
Pardon for the perplexity which occured beyond my capacity
Half of my soul was hijacked by delusion
Trapped by the dreams which yet ever attained
Commute in the same rotation, my hope never sustained
I owe too many words and drama
Hey anima
You let yourself churned in silence
Your guts are not equal to the enthusiasm which soar
Being a fiction hermit in my own kingdom
Shall I amused by the potion of devil's words
Seems like I take a journey on a ferris wheel or a spin on merry go round
Which having the same tracks but serve a distinct point of view
I,
woman,
love life, so
I celebrate
every little joy
whether spent with my friends,
family, or just myself!
I follow the Golden Rule, for
kindness guides me; also I’ve learned that
smiling is the universal language!
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