Have I told you about Stars my love,
The little speckles of dust that twinkle twinkle in the night sky,
Have I told you how they are moving in solidarity within their homes,
Their neighbourhoods are lit with magic and purpose,
These are the same the giants of yesteryear defined as chaos and darkness,
The treaties of The Unknown roaming for eternity,
Dying and Alive.
There is much more to say, but I will leave you with this .. Look up, the stories unfold by themselves.
We have seen their mountainous solitude for eons
Still and unwavering
We could trace their faces
Their well rounded closed eyes
They were our dead protectors
We were sure they would never rise.
Last Friday
We heard one of them moved
Frightened as we were
Unsure of what it would mean
We thought our resolve would ground us.
Yet,
Would this be the end of us?
The giants have ruled us in their slumber
For generations they have remained still
Unencumbered by what we have thought to be progress
We’ve heard stories of their fierce magnitude
Their weight
As if holding the earth in their grasp
Will our resolve face their immensity
Will their consciousness expose our fragility.
…
Finally,
With guarded breathes
We have watched them awaken one by one
With their eyes fixed far beyond the stars
Reaching out to the great unknown with desperation and promise
With a heavy hand of beautiful stone, made of dust and destiny
As if calling or praising the mystery lying beyond our universe.
We all watched frightened
Unnerved
As the giants stirred from the depths of the ocean bed
To the peaks of the Kangchenjunga
The desert hills of the Kalahari
To the amazon.
Our mountains have risen.
Who are we now but observers of our assured descent.
We always thought it was going to be sun.
We always thought we were the center of the universe.
The glory in the chaos.
God, grant me a clear vision to see my reality as it truly is,
To feel the wind in my hair,
The bright sun on my brown skin,
To know and feel my past and future with enduring soulfulness,
Surviving uncertainty with passion and promise.
Grant me fairness and wisdom,
To behold love not as I imagine it,
But love as it comes, imperfect and normal.
Help me to see my neighbor in all their ugliness, yet in it, find my own humanity,
A shared consequence of our mutual existence,
Ruined yet magical.
Grant me that I may see, with these eyes, the colours in the trees more clearly and attentively,
The colourful tones in the roses and bushes, the places perhaps one dares not look.
Help me to see the deep & dreadful waters of the Atlantic with a clear and renewed view,
A view of my mortality and that of my keen.
My significant insignificance in the presence of such great a marvel.
Grant me that I may look beyond the telescope and see with clarity that I am but an ant in the grand forest of life.
Grant me that I may look closely on this day, and see, that it has been afforded me to gratefully acknowledge it,
And in it find mirrors, reflecting my flawed yet acceptable existence.
Beholding this very day again and again, to find beauty, wisdom & grace.
To spend on this day, all that it requires and deserves, with no tomorrows guaranteed.
Grant me therefore wisdom and courage.
(Painting – Birth of Eve by Harmonia Rosales, 2018)
Ganymede
My Love
I love the way you colour the rigid tracks across your beautiful skin to leave me speechless
I love the way you, for a moment, leave me breathless
My storms calm
Yet I count the cost
My Love
I love you for the myriad of reasons traced through time
Through wars and famines
Rescued by time itself into yielding unknowns and mysteries
Heroes of yesteryear, sent to retell the same odyssey, death or life
My Moon
I love the way your rays tarry me along the path of dreams
Cold
Persistent
Proud
All of eternity cannot contain this stuff of dreams
The passion in the deep
The turning page of a story untold
The one in a paradigm
The paradox, changing and remaining
The one of love.
Yours, Jupiter.
Oh my love
You have devoured many before you
Are you so cruel that you need me to wish peril upon myself
You say come close
It is not triumph to love you only to know death
I will not exist knowing your strange entitlement
Can you love me any other way my love?
I don’t know
My love feels like weakness
Alas. I cannot look away
Watch me dance
I cannot dance any other way
Is there no other? Can I look upon no other?
Am I truly lost?
“Ganymede“
Jupiter..
Was that you?
You roar and thunder.
But I hear a whisper.
Call me again.
I will respond.
Dear Ganymede;
I am who I am
My might is seen through my storms
I can crush and hold
I am vicious
Yes, I am supreme
I am by no means weak
Nor will I relent.
Little one
I am in love with you
I am strength
And you are my weakness
I hold you in my gaze as you dream far beyond my reach
I hold your frame in my thoughts and long for your music
Your quiet songs of despair
Your quiet dance of love
You are the one I see
My storms wont let me unsee you
I wish I could
Darling one
Come closer ..
Jupiter.
