第三人称

by Jane Yaeger
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The Turning

Bent by so much sinning
against nature
my back turns now
toward a spreading dawn -
In pain,
Through lips tinged with bitter fear,
it cries out
shrilly
Hah! what happens when
I try that
or do this?
What happens to me then?
Oh may I now know
what makes me settle
in the dust,
prodding with a stick
the ground beneath a dying sun?
And though my bones
ache for joy’s touch
they do not bend enough
to break
so stretch a bit
and move my carcass now
to take
a new adventure on…


All around we see the wages of inner wars plaguing our bodies and relationships. We hold back, refusing to step onto that platform where a car or train or bus or dream might sweep us into a wonder.

“I don’t like this or that”, is the sound of fear bleating to be left alone…to become dust under a dying sun. And from within a sharp sigh stubbornness sends shivers up the spine of doubt, doubling it into terror. That’s when we know we must do the thing we think we cannot do. And suddenly we are more than we thought we were or could be.

I will refit my body this winter. I will let go the desert of my fear, while leaving the cancer country and opening the door again to a fruitful relationship to the body of life, in golden views too.

I must believe in the juices that mark my tongue with the scented taste for adventure even as the turning time breaks me, so to make me whole.

Jane Yaeger December, 2011

This time of year does as well touch us with remembrances and energies of life in relationship to those loved ones who have passed on. I remember that the prayer flags at Brugh's memorial were wrtten upon, drawn upon and were infused with the loving intentions of all gathered there. What an inspiring, in-spiriting, moving ritual! Sharing the stories of our hearts heart to heart to heart of life ‘unseen’, we honour the ‘transformed’ and living radiance from which we are all made.