We just returned from one of the best trips to Egypt ever. Still feeling the heady rush of having been rapt in 18 days of wonder, sailing long into the night toward God source. A few poems. (Please be kind and do not copy, although I appreciate your posting the blog note.)
--Normandi
Hymn
to the Universe
Here I am amid your
thousand splendors.
Here I am longing for
love that says a holy “Yes”
because there is no
fear.
Hand of God, hold
mine.
Push yourself into my
body, penetrate me
with the sacred
conjunctio of heaven and earth.
The body longs for
the divine with a thingly language,
having forgotten the
shrine that it is.
The god within is
a subtle shift of
breathing.
Full Moon Sonata
Did
the Moon god nibble on his reed pen
and
write with moonlight in the Nile all night?
Or
were we simply drunk with dancing?
Were
we in love with our imaginations and memories?
All
night long the music danced across the skin of water;
All
night long we held our breath at the amazement of it--
Furious
white script on the liquid black canvas of the Nile.
Orion
lay on his side asleep in the yellow sand hills.
Sothis
whispered chansons, “Arise, Beloved. Arise.”
I
leaned over the deck to trail my fingers in the water.
See
Thoth. I am your scribe up late, writing all night, too.
You
were there with me, dancing, smiling.
Did
you see the moon writing a poem full of light for you?Did you see me write this one, too?
Nuit
In the secret bones
of her skull
pasts and futures
intertwine
mothers and fathers
in hot desires
turning
souls into stars,
turning their magic
into me.
With sky blue eyes
the Great Wife
appears,
starlight streams
over her breasts,
runs in rivulets between
her legs.
She sighs and arches
from horizon to
horizon,
arms above her head,
reaching into
invisibility.
She comes
whispering
ancient mother songs;
Stretch out your arms
and
touch the sky humming.