Turn of An Unfriendly Card
(Tarot 3 of Swords)
I cannot empathize with a shattered heart.
That image of a fragile, breakable baby pink orb
Is insulting to how I feel.
The turn of an unfriendly card depicts three swords
thrust into a still beating heart
I feel the sliver blade of that first sword
plunge hard, deep and succinctly.
I gasp with the pain in my chest
I feel the second as it severs sideways
and tears my heart from side to side
and as grief overwhelms my shredded heart,
the third slides neatly, methodically
down the middle until it dismembers
the connection to keeping it all together,
and I double over, sink to the floor, rock my body
and cry.
What I avoided is staring at me
daring me
to accept the inevitable and grow from upheaval
Become something greater that the puddle I’ve collapsed into,
grow something strong from the richness
of the blood-meal soaked earth.
The sword hurts and tears again while being pulled out
in necessary preparation for the healing to begin.
My heart is not fragile.
wake
rousing
November's
tenacious earth
subject~surrenders
protected hues
dismembers
sublime
wake
Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This is our culture!
Poetry allows for the soul to fly free,
Opening one’s eyes to capture more then what they see,
EVENTUALLY saturating the core of one’s heart,
Tying together whatever has fallen apart,
Reinventing words with intense INFUSION,
Yearning desires are rekindled with a hint of ILLUSION,
Placing pieces together like a puzzle in your mind,
Accepting one for what they say as your ears become inclined,
Letting go of yesterday becomes INEVITABLE to embrace today,
Awaking emotions in such a powerful way,
CREATIVITY becomes the potter’s clay,
Enlightenment dismembers any form of disarray.
BY: SABINA NICOLE
Woowhew....is the whistlestop,
our journey to slow
Christmas train revelries,
nearby choir they sing.....
Harkest as Angels
dawn morning noel
sweet blissfull voices
their story to tell....
"May peace be your only,
no wish and no dream
Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be,
It starts in your heart,
and forever shall it last
fix the wheel of your cart
let it happen that fast....
Time created in part...relativity
to what you have learned
Christ consciousness nativity
the birth of a child,is your child-like within
here to bring hope,faith you can win
restore and remember,
allow time to be your friend
.....unthoughtful dismembers
use time for their ends.....
Holy,Holy,Holy....true wholly can be
forever let your vision...true eye too see...."
anticipation burns holes,
cigarette butt pennies,
edge-flared with embers
alight and undying;
and the juice underlying
the peptic wrack belly
wells up and explodes,
almost dismembers.
the touch, when it comes,
spider legged brushing,
black widow trail
of promise again;
an emotion insane
gibbers wild in the castle,
jumps mad as a hatter
shoots right off the scale.
in some skewed reaction,
recoiled in a spasm,
ejected, thrown clear,
nerves bare and bleeding;
the penance of needing,
frustration of wanting,
despatched in an instant
of intimate fear...