
As I enter the labyrinth,
she spirals into me,
drawing me deep inside myself,
unlocking ancient mystery:
memories of ancestors,
who drew on coins and pots and walls,
who knew how to enter sacred space
and journey between the worlds;
memories of Pasiphae,
all shining lunar cow goddess
secreted at the fulcrum
of a labyrinth of Cretan myths;
memory of losing myself
in a moon drenched crystal maze
and finding myself, deep in her heart,
as the sun rose through the trees.
The spiraling, folding labyrinth
is a dance to the centre of time,
a place where mind and body are still
and soul has a moment to sing.
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Bearing Water for Brigid
Sketches for a water vessel --
bottle and message bob on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls
at the root of desire.
All who hear: Imagine
Rock faces erode
exposed to wind, to grit, to rain
and hail.
Vessel
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
Separates
Fluidity
Creates place, surface to paint
Amusement
diffusement of emotion
beatitude, foment of dueling farce.
Charismatic gems
harsh edges polished pure
colors
blend in the dark
become enchanting
wish granting.
Enthusing brief infusion
of giddy illusion
glows
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
smiles.
Catch that glint, a secret
clue revealing
purpose, meaning.
Temptress,
wild eternal child,
ages' flamboyant fool
Engaging
Glorious
Muse
(Voice rains from within)
A wound is a sacred vessel
Pain carves into flesh
Carries sense memory
Carries the seed
Of its own demise
Sentience
Engulfed in life
Learns anew to be whole
Wounded with the potential for wisdom
The prize applies when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking, suffering
aching to censure what future we admire
Redefine the schizm
This wound is our project
To heal, discover the vision
Realign the seam to fit
self-framed landscape
not lose or win
Let loose that genie of desire
Ride rushing blood streams
Build a roaring pyre of grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities
Revile that old refrain: "life is pain" or a game
to be lost
No Faustian bargain
Just a
rambling adventure
of daring
to explore
essence of ecstasy
Don't wait for the rest to see
and demur
Take pleasure
Stretch your sail
Take sight of your guiding star
The only failure is self-denial
in favor of the vile lie
that pain is destiny
instead of faithful friend
lending energy
for change
Slice vivid memories
Exult in their flavor
Savor the tastes, the textures
Enliven your way
In the end
The vessel breaks
There the Goddess stirs
2011 Aquarius
the labyrinth is very important to me - it even found it's way in to my essay in my MA, it is a "structure" behind a lot of my life.
Thought I'd share a few photos of ones I have made
http://flic.kr/p/4p34hn in the snow in Quebec, rather than making the labyrinth shape to then walk I had to walk the path to make it.
I like to make them on the beach http://flic.kr/p/4LxVaL
- then often sit back in the dunes and watch children come to play in them
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