Friday, November 20, 2009
שָׁלוֹם עֲלֵיכֶם Mending
First mend yourself, and then mend others. Jewish Proverb, שָׁלוֹם עֲלֵיכֶם
I love this saying. We really cannot heal others until we heal ourselves. In Buddhism, it is taught that there are three origins of evil karma: Greed, Anger and Ignorance. I have written that three positive karmas to truly incorporate into our lives may be, "Joy, Generosity and Awareness". Though the verse of atonement is chanted, I think it's equally important to focus on what we are giving as a positive investment in this world and the stitches we contribute to leaving a legacy on this planet to those around us now and those who will be here after.
Was it not King Solomon who wrote, "Faithful are the chastisements of a friend, while burdensome are the kisses of an enemy?" I like to read my scriptures before I go to bed and they come from all faiths. Rabbi recently pointed out this passage and I find it to be incredibly illuminating.
First of all, faith is the engine of many friendships and relationships. Somehow, of our closest, most intimate friends, we assume that they will not give up on us and deep down inside, we expect their loyalty, as fierce as we give our own.
One thing I've learned however, is that an enemy, is simply someone who gave up on the other person and in the end, though it appears they gave up on "the other", the person they truly gave up on is themselves. At times, it's both or more than two people all giving up on each other. In others, there is one who is pushed out or only one person gives up on another. So, the Rabbi spoke about when and how far do we go to mend our fences in broken relationships? There are so many sad tales for centuries and centuries of people giving up on each other and this still continues today with unresolved issues among families, communities, governments and nations.
One of my favorite philosophers, Jiddhu Krishnamurti wrote: "You are never alone because you are full of all the memories, all the conditioning, all the mutterings of yesterday; your mind is never clear of all the rubbish it has accumulated. To be alone you must die to the past. When you are alone, totally alone, not belonging to any family, any nation, any culture, any particular continent, there is the sense of being an outsider."
One of the first texts that we read as budding French scholars is the Stranger by Albert Camus. In this text, the main character is a foreigner or an outsider, the kind that Camus portrays.
At one time or another in our development, we have all been in this position. We can never be IN all of the time, in every circle, because human beings have a way of creating pods of people and placing a value on their human worth. This is only an illusion, however, because the very nature of reality is that all in the entire Universe is inclusive and not exclusive.
When people die, they die equals. There is no status in death. And we will each one day leave everything we have accumulated behind perhaps even our identities and our unique minds and personalities too.
I think any wise scholar would admit there is always space to mend fences with a friend or an enemy. Our world needs more leaders like the Rabbi who instill these peaceful values. Not all people in positions of religious power are good and they should not be followed just because of that. I feel though that if you pay attention to a man or woman's words, you will see into his or her heart.
Have you ever noticed people usually have argumentative, negative, divisive speech? Or they have the habit of using open, positive, universal speech? Most are not both because they make a choice, and by nature, they are creatures of habit.
In today's world, there are plenty of people on soapboxes and in some sense, our networking and technology allows us to have a sense of intimacy and read into the minds of others. Every moment, we choose whether we will choose the inclusive, Universal nature of which we are truly made or we choose to buy the illusion that negative thought and constructs will somehow give us a real sense of security, power, aggrandizement, entitlement and more.
I find it fascinating that women and men who essentially read the same books could be so misguided from the purified light of the Great Masters who have left us their holy books.
I don't know about you but a major part of my mending has been to find scholars with like minds, lifestyles like mine, who read books in the same way that I do. They are the kind of people who do not lust after the security, power, aggrandizement, entitlement and more. But they are soldiers of light who seek beauty in everything such as Joy, Generosity and Awareness. There are mighty enemies both within the psyche and without who fall to Greed, Anger and Ignorance moment by moment. It is our nature that the Goodness and Evil are within and they are warring. One thing I love about being aligned in religious and philosophical practice with the Eastern scholars is that this Greed, Anger and Ignorance is found within. It is not a mystical entity who is tempting us or trying to win our soul. It is a part within ourselves that is constantly at battle to darken the other side and the other side is constantly aiming to lighten the darkness.
These are the thoughts in my mind tonight.
Dormez bien mes chers,
Peedee
Monday, November 16, 2009
Lots of small jobs = A Big Job!
"Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves."- Dale Carnegie
Every little task lately has been a BIG JOB thanks to my nurse and these new changes. I'm really hoping this will wear off ASAP! It couldn't have come at a worse time, during Final preparations, and I'm suffering like hell. I'm not too worried about it as my chances for passing this one class were not very likely anyway. I needed a challenging course to prepare me for my illustrious career waiting on the near horizon.
I use my honesty to my advantage. Today, I told my students that I take medicine for hyperactivity (it's an energy suppressant) and that my nurse made an adjustment that's messing with me. They are very understanding with me. I told them please don't feel bad if a seem a little low or down or I am struggling a bit. I was shaking so bad all morning and feeling twitches. I mean I seriously feel like I have a beehive in my head or that my head is buzzing constantly. I feel a bit dizzy and tipsy. I read two sentences and cannot remember one word. I've been sitting with this same damn book in my hands for two weeks (since we made the adjustment) and I've sat with it for hours and hours and haven't been able to finish it. I am proud that I finished 100 pages of it at least! I made very good notes and this prepares me not only for my paper but the final. 100 pages is what I'm used to reading PER DAY. I easily read 3,000 per month, so you might imagine why this is so frustrating. Part of the problem is how this is affecting my concentration and the other part is that my passion is having a difficult time aligning behind this assignment. I wrote half the paper and I'm satisfied. Maybe I shouldn't be, I have no clue what others produce but I don't care because I show up, on time and I do my best.
Luckily the quality of my job today wasn't compromised too much. I felt like we accomplished a lot. I'm concerned more about quality than I am quantity. I do work full-time but when necessary, I scale back and my mother believes this is a time in particular that I need to do that because I'm really having issues with the adjustment. I haven't had one this serious since June.
Anyway, I'm fully committed to taking care of myself. I've always had a great diet and exercise but I have never had very good discipline with sleep partly because of my high energy levels (which we're trying to reduce just a little). It takes a lot to make me tired. My mother said that I scare her because I'm capable of doing so much when I operate on this continuum of "abnormal" energy highs. Thus, a huge lesson to be learned is that Ms. P.D. is not Virginia Woolf and she needs her sleep. I am going to use this that I was born with as my gift. I'm going to learn to tame it and use it to my advantage. I hear that a lot of people like me are inventors and millionaires! :) One thing is sure, I've always believed in me and I like to live outside of the box where I have more room to breath and be true to myself.
Japanese proverb says, fall down six times and get up seven. That's my personal creed. I'm not letting anything stop me except death itself. And even then, I believe there's more to go after there than there is here, so all the better.
I had a difficult day but I still say it was good. :) Alors, je dors. I'm having coffee with Nancy in the morning. She has returned from Turkey. I asked her and her husband to pick me up a Sappho stone from Lesbos and they did! :) How cute of them! I have the best friends ever. I may not be going ANYWHERE anytime soon especially at the way things are going! The past couple of years, I have been trapped. I know I wouldn't be if I didn't want to be. The issue is that I want a better life for myself (and another if I ever get to that point again) and my education is a huge part of creating that REALITY. For a woman like me, the University is the only way. It's either that or settle for the average. I've always been too stubborn to be complacent and average. It's too late now. I'm not average and in one way or another, I've never been. LOL! One thing that frustates me is finding it hard to maximize my potential and use my skills or abilities. Sure, if I had been born to parents who hired me a tutor since age five to help with my weaknesses, and parents who were stable enough to provide me with sound academic help, I believe that I could have been noticed as "elite". That wasn't the path that was meant for me though becuase I wasn't born into the right conditions to plant those seeds. I was literally starved for culture from a very young, precocious age. I was hungry and devoured books. They were my windows and doors into other dimensions. I feel at this time, that I am being guided, and I've felt like this for the past six years, quite strongly. I truly saw miracles manifest in my life when I literally was hopeless and living in complete darkness since I could not see, momentarily, how things were changing. It's odd how grief can do that!
I'm so ready to sleep.
Goodnight!
Peedee
Every little task lately has been a BIG JOB thanks to my nurse and these new changes. I'm really hoping this will wear off ASAP! It couldn't have come at a worse time, during Final preparations, and I'm suffering like hell. I'm not too worried about it as my chances for passing this one class were not very likely anyway. I needed a challenging course to prepare me for my illustrious career waiting on the near horizon.
I use my honesty to my advantage. Today, I told my students that I take medicine for hyperactivity (it's an energy suppressant) and that my nurse made an adjustment that's messing with me. They are very understanding with me. I told them please don't feel bad if a seem a little low or down or I am struggling a bit. I was shaking so bad all morning and feeling twitches. I mean I seriously feel like I have a beehive in my head or that my head is buzzing constantly. I feel a bit dizzy and tipsy. I read two sentences and cannot remember one word. I've been sitting with this same damn book in my hands for two weeks (since we made the adjustment) and I've sat with it for hours and hours and haven't been able to finish it. I am proud that I finished 100 pages of it at least! I made very good notes and this prepares me not only for my paper but the final. 100 pages is what I'm used to reading PER DAY. I easily read 3,000 per month, so you might imagine why this is so frustrating. Part of the problem is how this is affecting my concentration and the other part is that my passion is having a difficult time aligning behind this assignment. I wrote half the paper and I'm satisfied. Maybe I shouldn't be, I have no clue what others produce but I don't care because I show up, on time and I do my best.
Luckily the quality of my job today wasn't compromised too much. I felt like we accomplished a lot. I'm concerned more about quality than I am quantity. I do work full-time but when necessary, I scale back and my mother believes this is a time in particular that I need to do that because I'm really having issues with the adjustment. I haven't had one this serious since June.
Anyway, I'm fully committed to taking care of myself. I've always had a great diet and exercise but I have never had very good discipline with sleep partly because of my high energy levels (which we're trying to reduce just a little). It takes a lot to make me tired. My mother said that I scare her because I'm capable of doing so much when I operate on this continuum of "abnormal" energy highs. Thus, a huge lesson to be learned is that Ms. P.D. is not Virginia Woolf and she needs her sleep. I am going to use this that I was born with as my gift. I'm going to learn to tame it and use it to my advantage. I hear that a lot of people like me are inventors and millionaires! :) One thing is sure, I've always believed in me and I like to live outside of the box where I have more room to breath and be true to myself.
Japanese proverb says, fall down six times and get up seven. That's my personal creed. I'm not letting anything stop me except death itself. And even then, I believe there's more to go after there than there is here, so all the better.
I had a difficult day but I still say it was good. :) Alors, je dors. I'm having coffee with Nancy in the morning. She has returned from Turkey. I asked her and her husband to pick me up a Sappho stone from Lesbos and they did! :) How cute of them! I have the best friends ever. I may not be going ANYWHERE anytime soon especially at the way things are going! The past couple of years, I have been trapped. I know I wouldn't be if I didn't want to be. The issue is that I want a better life for myself (and another if I ever get to that point again) and my education is a huge part of creating that REALITY. For a woman like me, the University is the only way. It's either that or settle for the average. I've always been too stubborn to be complacent and average. It's too late now. I'm not average and in one way or another, I've never been. LOL! One thing that frustates me is finding it hard to maximize my potential and use my skills or abilities. Sure, if I had been born to parents who hired me a tutor since age five to help with my weaknesses, and parents who were stable enough to provide me with sound academic help, I believe that I could have been noticed as "elite". That wasn't the path that was meant for me though becuase I wasn't born into the right conditions to plant those seeds. I was literally starved for culture from a very young, precocious age. I was hungry and devoured books. They were my windows and doors into other dimensions. I feel at this time, that I am being guided, and I've felt like this for the past six years, quite strongly. I truly saw miracles manifest in my life when I literally was hopeless and living in complete darkness since I could not see, momentarily, how things were changing. It's odd how grief can do that!
I'm so ready to sleep.
Goodnight!
Peedee
Sleepless in Salt Lake City
I'm unable to sleep. I am hiding under my covers and thinking about Virginia Woolf. O! I love her so much! I could have had a PhD in English only to read and write about her. This would be purely romantic and sensual yet not sensible. Perhaps all of literature is this. Poetry and writing are whimsical.
As I was walking past a grove of trees the day before last, I felt their powerful presence. They are completely struggle free. Yes. They suffer but they do not strain to be. It's very odd. You have to really understand nature and trees to know what I mean. I commune with tree spirits. Each one is individual and unique. They are incredible gifts! They may even have names for each other. They may have families. They certainly have communities. :) I love collecting T-shirts that deal with trees! It's my love for the Etz Chayim and studies too that further my devotion to these mystical entities.
Thanks to my nurse (an APN), I've been having a super hard time with concentration. I'm following her suggestions. I go in sometime this week for a blood test. I'm sure everything will be fine but the side effects are not pleasant and I have to wonder if this odd inability to fall asleep is due to this new regimen. I really like my nurse. She reminds me of a psychologist, hippy and a priestess at the same time. She dressed like a tree hugger. I feel that when I visit her, I get an entire Mind, Body and Soul experience. I get to sit on her couch and tell her about everything exciting in my life. She told me that I seem like I'm a really fun person and I blushed! She has a gentle way of helping me stay honest. And one thing I've learned about living life is there is NO TIME TO WASTE. The biggest danger of all is one's propensity to lie to oneself. It is so easy to do! We do it all the time! We lie to ourselves and others. If you don't believe me, just watch yourself for a month. Your thoughts, your words, your beliefs, ideas and everything. Soon, you will see unconscious behaviors and the twisted, ridiculous nature of the mind.
Last time I was in there, she wanted to make sure that I'm still doing well with Anna. I don't lie to her. I tell her the distance is really a bitch but we do talk everyday for hours. I'm glad we have some kind of communication and that we're on the same page. I don't know where we're going but I do know we are here for now and we are making the most of it. I cannot afford to worry about tomorrow. I may only make the most of what I have today.
I have so many riches in my life. I'm surrounded by inspiring, creative and educated people! I have a great reputation at both of my jobs and another offer came in tonight. I am growing, learning, improving and taking great care of myself as well as Msabau and Isis. My family seems to be healing a lot. Our relationships have improved. There are a myriad of things I could mention. I feel simply more peaceful and calm than I have at any point in my life. I am learning to let things unfold. I am learning to just be who I am like a tree. I'm separating things less in terms of good and bad and because of this, I'm able to accept the way things are and I'm more tolerant of others with whom I disagree.
I'm just in a really good place. Plenty of adventures wait on the horizon.
Goodnight! I'm in trouble!!! LOL OMG! OMG! OMG! It's too bad I'm too sensitive to take a powerful sedative to induce deep sleep.
Ciao
As I was walking past a grove of trees the day before last, I felt their powerful presence. They are completely struggle free. Yes. They suffer but they do not strain to be. It's very odd. You have to really understand nature and trees to know what I mean. I commune with tree spirits. Each one is individual and unique. They are incredible gifts! They may even have names for each other. They may have families. They certainly have communities. :) I love collecting T-shirts that deal with trees! It's my love for the Etz Chayim and studies too that further my devotion to these mystical entities.
Thanks to my nurse (an APN), I've been having a super hard time with concentration. I'm following her suggestions. I go in sometime this week for a blood test. I'm sure everything will be fine but the side effects are not pleasant and I have to wonder if this odd inability to fall asleep is due to this new regimen. I really like my nurse. She reminds me of a psychologist, hippy and a priestess at the same time. She dressed like a tree hugger. I feel that when I visit her, I get an entire Mind, Body and Soul experience. I get to sit on her couch and tell her about everything exciting in my life. She told me that I seem like I'm a really fun person and I blushed! She has a gentle way of helping me stay honest. And one thing I've learned about living life is there is NO TIME TO WASTE. The biggest danger of all is one's propensity to lie to oneself. It is so easy to do! We do it all the time! We lie to ourselves and others. If you don't believe me, just watch yourself for a month. Your thoughts, your words, your beliefs, ideas and everything. Soon, you will see unconscious behaviors and the twisted, ridiculous nature of the mind.
Last time I was in there, she wanted to make sure that I'm still doing well with Anna. I don't lie to her. I tell her the distance is really a bitch but we do talk everyday for hours. I'm glad we have some kind of communication and that we're on the same page. I don't know where we're going but I do know we are here for now and we are making the most of it. I cannot afford to worry about tomorrow. I may only make the most of what I have today.
I have so many riches in my life. I'm surrounded by inspiring, creative and educated people! I have a great reputation at both of my jobs and another offer came in tonight. I am growing, learning, improving and taking great care of myself as well as Msabau and Isis. My family seems to be healing a lot. Our relationships have improved. There are a myriad of things I could mention. I feel simply more peaceful and calm than I have at any point in my life. I am learning to let things unfold. I am learning to just be who I am like a tree. I'm separating things less in terms of good and bad and because of this, I'm able to accept the way things are and I'm more tolerant of others with whom I disagree.
I'm just in a really good place. Plenty of adventures wait on the horizon.
Goodnight! I'm in trouble!!! LOL OMG! OMG! OMG! It's too bad I'm too sensitive to take a powerful sedative to induce deep sleep.
Ciao
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Chi ha bella moglie ha amici
And isn't it so true? :) Tonight reminded me of the importance of selecting the proper mate. (She) Who has a beautiful wife has friends! Stefania hosted us in her home. We met her kids: Matthew (a very cute 11 year old boy who already studies MacBeth in school! Like his mamma, he is brilliant! He told her the other day that he needed to stay home from school for political reasons! Then, Elizabeth who is a mental health clerk for the State. She is also bright and going to go back to school to get another degree in Linguistics. And then Andrew. Her gay son who is a massage therapist and very, very handsome!
There's something very special about being in the kitchen of an Italian woman. It feels like the heart of the home. She had the antipasto set up with the wine for my friends who were drinking lightly tonight and eventually, we gathered around her massive dining table in her living room. I was not a bit surprised to find that it is perfect!
All of her books were in her front room. She went to Berkeley for her PhD and it shows. We definitely share this in common that a comfort is our huge library! I find it so increbily amazing that she is the mother of four children; all whom she raised very well. She truly impresses me. They are all fluent in Italian. When I had a chance to speak with her, she served me a poetry book of World authors and we talked about two of her favorite Polish poems, then two Italian poets (one was a woman) and one of her favorite Jewish poets.
Sivlia was so sweet. I wrote her an email after class last time to share my thoughts about the students appreciating her more. She's really having a difficult time with them. She spoke to me, however, about living with passion. She told me of all the many jobs she's done, which are very interesting! One was riding a bicycle all around (courrier) to deliver immigration documents. She said whatever she has done, she has done it with absolute passion so that she will walk away from her time spent having learned something. I smiled as I thought to myself, "No wonder I love this woman!" I feel that I share this in common with Silvia! I met her husband Kyle who is very social. He appreciated my stories about backpacking through Eastern Europe when I lived with my Polish wife. Their kids are also gorgeous! Tall and handsome. I thought it was wonderful that Kyle said he'd love to move back to Europe so that Silvia may live in Italy again soon.
I know that they all miss it there very much. So yes, we've been adopted! Stefania was so sweet! Luca was there with his boyfriend who is from Jordan. OMG! He is gorgeous! They've been together for six years. David got along with both of them very well.
Stefania made us eggplant, vegetarian polenta, salad, bread, cruschetta with espresso. OMG! it was like an Italian restaurant! David made us laugh at a Jewish comment. She served pork so he mentioned that Jews don't drink milk and eat meat at the same time, so for the pork with a glass of milk, this is a double No no. LOL We were all laughing! Stefania agreed as well that Italians are forbidden to drink milk with meat. He makes me die of laughter. That's why I love spending time with him. He's so witty and creative. He also spellbinds people with his philosophies and deep thoughts!
Tomorrow is the Jewish Arts Festival at the JCC, so I am going to go enjoy his company and plan a Hanukkah party with him. We'd like to have the Italian troupe over to his place so that this time, we can spoil them in our Bu-Jew vegetarian way! I know that he's selling his glaswares tomorrow so I'll take some pictures of his consignment booth and then perhaps, I'll find a menorah for the 2009 Festival of Lights. I'm quite excited.
He told me that Rabbi Rosen is leaving and I'm sad. I told her perhaps someone new will come along that is just what the synagogue needs though. We'll see.
I'm still keeping up on the Salita-Khan fight set for December 5th. I've loved Dmitriy forever. I want his dream to come true and for him to win the title. He better knock Khan out because winning on a decision in Europe is impossible!
I shall fall asleep now with happy thoughts of Italy. I've been serenaded all night by Italian, stories, tales of adventure and thoughts about learning and life.
Ecco! Buona notte.
Peedee
There's something very special about being in the kitchen of an Italian woman. It feels like the heart of the home. She had the antipasto set up with the wine for my friends who were drinking lightly tonight and eventually, we gathered around her massive dining table in her living room. I was not a bit surprised to find that it is perfect!
All of her books were in her front room. She went to Berkeley for her PhD and it shows. We definitely share this in common that a comfort is our huge library! I find it so increbily amazing that she is the mother of four children; all whom she raised very well. She truly impresses me. They are all fluent in Italian. When I had a chance to speak with her, she served me a poetry book of World authors and we talked about two of her favorite Polish poems, then two Italian poets (one was a woman) and one of her favorite Jewish poets.
Sivlia was so sweet. I wrote her an email after class last time to share my thoughts about the students appreciating her more. She's really having a difficult time with them. She spoke to me, however, about living with passion. She told me of all the many jobs she's done, which are very interesting! One was riding a bicycle all around (courrier) to deliver immigration documents. She said whatever she has done, she has done it with absolute passion so that she will walk away from her time spent having learned something. I smiled as I thought to myself, "No wonder I love this woman!" I feel that I share this in common with Silvia! I met her husband Kyle who is very social. He appreciated my stories about backpacking through Eastern Europe when I lived with my Polish wife. Their kids are also gorgeous! Tall and handsome. I thought it was wonderful that Kyle said he'd love to move back to Europe so that Silvia may live in Italy again soon.
I know that they all miss it there very much. So yes, we've been adopted! Stefania was so sweet! Luca was there with his boyfriend who is from Jordan. OMG! He is gorgeous! They've been together for six years. David got along with both of them very well.
Stefania made us eggplant, vegetarian polenta, salad, bread, cruschetta with espresso. OMG! it was like an Italian restaurant! David made us laugh at a Jewish comment. She served pork so he mentioned that Jews don't drink milk and eat meat at the same time, so for the pork with a glass of milk, this is a double No no. LOL We were all laughing! Stefania agreed as well that Italians are forbidden to drink milk with meat. He makes me die of laughter. That's why I love spending time with him. He's so witty and creative. He also spellbinds people with his philosophies and deep thoughts!
Tomorrow is the Jewish Arts Festival at the JCC, so I am going to go enjoy his company and plan a Hanukkah party with him. We'd like to have the Italian troupe over to his place so that this time, we can spoil them in our Bu-Jew vegetarian way! I know that he's selling his glaswares tomorrow so I'll take some pictures of his consignment booth and then perhaps, I'll find a menorah for the 2009 Festival of Lights. I'm quite excited.
He told me that Rabbi Rosen is leaving and I'm sad. I told her perhaps someone new will come along that is just what the synagogue needs though. We'll see.
I'm still keeping up on the Salita-Khan fight set for December 5th. I've loved Dmitriy forever. I want his dream to come true and for him to win the title. He better knock Khan out because winning on a decision in Europe is impossible!
I shall fall asleep now with happy thoughts of Italy. I've been serenaded all night by Italian, stories, tales of adventure and thoughts about learning and life.
Ecco! Buona notte.
Peedee
Defeated for the Emperor
3 years since I've laced up these shoes to sweat and train.
In his hands, coach waits with his clock to stop our time.
I see the gold prize weighed with struggle, tears, and pain.
Glory will be his and victory will be mine.
Pressing up Mount Parnassus in lightning and rain,
Zeus watches on us for the finish of the race.
Even, two warriors ascend the granite terrain.
I want to quit, then I see the red in his face.
There are two spots to be claimed, first and second place.
His love for you, for me, both know he cannot hide.
Always three with a prey that the other ones chase-
solely, the victor will carry his burning pride.
If I had known I would lose to you from the start,
I would still run to the crest of the absurd heart.
P.D. Gourlais
In his hands, coach waits with his clock to stop our time.
I see the gold prize weighed with struggle, tears, and pain.
Glory will be his and victory will be mine.
Pressing up Mount Parnassus in lightning and rain,
Zeus watches on us for the finish of the race.
Even, two warriors ascend the granite terrain.
I want to quit, then I see the red in his face.
There are two spots to be claimed, first and second place.
His love for you, for me, both know he cannot hide.
Always three with a prey that the other ones chase-
solely, the victor will carry his burning pride.
If I had known I would lose to you from the start,
I would still run to the crest of the absurd heart.
P.D. Gourlais
The Smell of a Woman
is rich, like soil
mixed loosely with rain;
the alchemy of touch in a moment,
given from the sky where moisture
unites with the body of the earth.
She is hidden in the complex
pattern of nature; in the fruit
of the labyrinth mimicked
in pine cones,
in rivers of musky sap,
in the prick of a pine needle,
yet her scent envelops time,
the elements are hers,
they belong to her
from the beginning
in a seed. The magic of his light
leaves her shell to break,
like an egg filled with water,
she begins to swell,
the untouchable parts
of her non-existence open.
He will continue to feed
her with his illuminations,
letting her receive his gift.
She will burst,
her legs waving
like a fan under water,
she brings forth new springs.
Her eyes rise with essence
as her mouth shapes the word,
"Yes". O, the smell of yes
is in the smell of a woman
and her smell becomes
the taste of her milk
and her sweet breath.
P.D. Gourlais
27 July, 2007 (almost full-moon)
mixed loosely with rain;
the alchemy of touch in a moment,
given from the sky where moisture
unites with the body of the earth.
She is hidden in the complex
pattern of nature; in the fruit
of the labyrinth mimicked
in pine cones,
in rivers of musky sap,
in the prick of a pine needle,
yet her scent envelops time,
the elements are hers,
they belong to her
from the beginning
in a seed. The magic of his light
leaves her shell to break,
like an egg filled with water,
she begins to swell,
the untouchable parts
of her non-existence open.
He will continue to feed
her with his illuminations,
letting her receive his gift.
She will burst,
her legs waving
like a fan under water,
she brings forth new springs.
Her eyes rise with essence
as her mouth shapes the word,
"Yes". O, the smell of yes
is in the smell of a woman
and her smell becomes
the taste of her milk
and her sweet breath.
P.D. Gourlais
27 July, 2007 (almost full-moon)
Drink
Drink of the river
rushing
blind into nowhere
or to a sea of certain mystery
She is in her
mind imprinted on black;
an image of pale, rose skin
of rouge on the lips
and lead on the eyes
as she has seen herself
her reflection
shimmering
on a shield of motion
stones smoothed
under the flats of her feet
Drink of the river
licking
her sides everywhere
she is wandering
lost in song
of whispers
her lover
in supplication on her knees
by her side
from behind
Drink of the river
surging
toward the wilderness
on a blanket
stretched to invite
Stars of gold
Stars of platinum
in those eyes which
scintillate her night
She will come-
the Alpha female
howling
tonight,
in the embrace
of mountain shadows,
to awaken
the woman in a silhouette
sleeping on her side,
Her neck stretched
to touch the tip of her nose
to the moon
Her savage mate desire
spraying moonshine
from her breasts
the one and only
with her courage to fight her off
invite her in a web
of tangle & truce
suus somes quod suus mens
Drink of the river
growling
quenching
her tongue
with the silk of a trembling kiss,
and on the nape of her neck,
a burrowing bite.
P.D. Gourlais
rushing
blind into nowhere
or to a sea of certain mystery
She is in her
mind imprinted on black;
an image of pale, rose skin
of rouge on the lips
and lead on the eyes
as she has seen herself
her reflection
shimmering
on a shield of motion
stones smoothed
under the flats of her feet
Drink of the river
licking
her sides everywhere
she is wandering
lost in song
of whispers
her lover
in supplication on her knees
by her side
from behind
Drink of the river
surging
toward the wilderness
on a blanket
stretched to invite
Stars of gold
Stars of platinum
in those eyes which
scintillate her night
She will come-
the Alpha female
howling
tonight,
in the embrace
of mountain shadows,
to awaken
the woman in a silhouette
sleeping on her side,
Her neck stretched
to touch the tip of her nose
to the moon
Her savage mate desire
spraying moonshine
from her breasts
the one and only
with her courage to fight her off
invite her in a web
of tangle & truce
suus somes quod suus mens
Drink of the river
growling
quenching
her tongue
with the silk of a trembling kiss,
and on the nape of her neck,
a burrowing bite.
P.D. Gourlais
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