In the Cave

 

waking poem

golden light dapples the shadows on the walls

the whole garden appears to be underwater

a single bird calls out the day

—Lorena

Before rising

 

Before rising

I rest held in the earth's lap

Through the window

green against white

tepozan leaves striking 

avian poses

while a cardinal red bird 

beats in its chest

then is gone

Memories and dreams

rise like vapors 

across the window

book gong drum lama

you dance

hugging the wall 

and turning flirtatiously

to be seen over the phone

as you talk to a woman in France

And here we are gazing to the end

gravity holding us

to our mortal promises

the ones we were born with

—Lorena

Sene I

 

In my dreams

 

in my dreams

I dream of being a fish

swimming in the currents

darting in and out of spirals

of water and space

letting the fluid waves guide me

into new awakenings

in my dreams I remember the wisdom

engraved in the patterns of my bones

in the clay of my flesh

nothing less than cosmic maps

the flow of all creation

animating and reanimating

each breath each tissue each cell

floating in the vast ocean of existence

—Lorena

waking poem

 

ink dark sky

pales into morning

a garden is birthed out of the shadows

the morning star's echo can still be heard

waning moon at midheaven

—Lorena

In the vastness

 

I am dancing in the vastness, in the immensity of a full moon night in the pale sand dunes of a desert valley.  The Milky Way overhead, stars shining brightly across the skydome, illuminate the ripples in the sand. The grace of the dunes has been sculpted by the wind and gravity.  The starlight that bathes the sand, bathes my skin, in a rainfall of light from billions of miles away, here on this sandy ridge.  My toes press into the warm sand, I turn and twist my feet, my spine follows, as I feel deeply into the fine grains coming up between my toes and over my feet. I cross one foot over the other and I twist forward and then back with each step. My dance embraces this place. The softest breath of air caresses my arms, mingling with the starlight and the moonlight and rising like an aroma, the aroma of space.  My own body illuminated by celestial bodies becomes another body of light exalted by shadow as the dunes themselves.  The vastness of the sky and the vastness of the dunes reach out forever.  I bath my ensouled body in the vastness.

—Lorena