Carnelians and Pomegranates
No golden chariot, no abduction into darkness,
When I picked the radiant flower.
Rather, a new heaven appeared
Where I danced with joy and ran to meet my dreams.
But a mirage my deepest yearnings had concocted
Concealed this heaven’s cliff edge
And I fell off and down into the dark underworld.
I heard my mother’s wailing but did not respond –
No green shoots have appeared where her torches set fire.
Their light will only cast sad shadows here.
With these tiny stones as candles
I find delicious fruit in the darkness,
And willingly eat the seeds that bite back,
Accepting the bitterness that precedes
Their burst of sweet sunlight.
The glow from these stones will light my way,
Will help me find and bless the bones of what died above
Untangle them from the roots of the radiant flower
And nurture the source of that Great Love.
--meganthemegan
November 4, 2007
Sunrise at Fort Cronkhite
