Inside or Outside?

 Outside I feel connected across space with everyone

as our shared veil lifts and falls, billows... 

Then, having stepped inside, I am outside of time, 

suspended, 

resting in symbiosis, 

unity

without beginning or end... 

Then, outside, I am inside 

the burden of time and its weight, speed, responsability... 

It's language...

I drop the veil behind me… 

I make a final gesture, 

Standing tall, erect, veil-shawl draped over my head, my shoulders… 

I stand here,

yes, it's possible,

here between inside and outside,

in structure and formlessness 

in unity.

—Lorena

one

 

silence 

can I enter 

it?

fleeting and eternal

designated in the pause

only present really in the absence of a signifier

though substantive, immaterial

was it 

ever it

or will 

or could it be?

that which is wordless

can one many or infinity

 be different?

or is there only one

infinite one

—Lorena

Prayer

 

we pray for the cold

like we pray for the rain

for the next breath

for a sign

that even in the paroxysms

of change

life continues

—Lorena 

Becoming

1.

Sea filled with night sky

mystery of reflected stars 

orbs of gathered light

sisters of the moon's light reflected

Goddesses of the rhythm of dreams bathing

their harmonic voices multiplied on earth's moist skin

revealed by the abiding gloam

of in be tween

2.

Cultivation's heat

the warmth of returning to the hearth

fear's cold shadow gone

heart's core reunited with creation's fire

sparks flying

3. 

Waters imprinted by life's sweet salty blood

Earth's citrine insight embraces

even as it pierces its own darkeness

Flames of tranquility rise up

breathing into the density of clay

becoming living spirit

each element holds the others

tucked away out of sight

the breath of life's mystery takes shape

becoming in the infinite now...

—Lorena Wolfman

the place i know

 

the only place I know

to experience divine wisdom

is in this earth’s body

where I live

with blood bone breath

oxygen carbon hydrogen…

mitochondria humming

in an eternal dance

part of a larger serpentine

winged being…

arising from an unnamed 

primoridal ocean

coming ashore rhythmically

again and again

with each heartbeat

—Lorena

Falling

 

falling

I am falling

as you may be falling too

falling 

into the earth

into realms of rest and dreams and soul

the realm of love

each one of us can be falling

falling into love

into love's embrace

as we stand in her grace

she flows down our arms

down our legs

past our knees

into the the earth

all demons who have spoken

in our minds

wherever they came from

who have spoken for too long

fall away...

—Lorena Wolfman

resurgido

 el cardón venenoso de largas espinas

se ve glorioso en el calor de la tarde

sus capullos brotándose 

tinte cochinillo fucsia mexicana

delicados como las alas de una mariposa desplegándose

para encontrarse con el viento

el instinto de emprender vuelo

solo apenas disfrazado

por sus astilladas espinas de hueso

a punto de matar

la mayor parte del tiempo parece que está en la agonía

de una muerte lenta

sus brazos abiertos la cruz de la angustia que carga 

pero ahora resurgido se encuentra transfigurado

henchida su carne verde turgente

anhelo de reventarse

en canción de flor y transparencia

y aún sus espinas se abren

un espectáculo de santo resplandeciente

anunciando su luminosa amenaza

brillando a la luz del sol

a punto...

—Lorena Wolfman