Journey to Your Deepest Self

A Kind of Lust

It’s August. September’s on the way. This is the time when she weighs herself down with lists, classes, meetings chores have-tos and should-dos. A kind of lust Has come in. The sea wants to carry her away to a foreign country. With or without her family. With or without saying Good-bye. With or without coming back. No thought of returning now- only flight. A kind of lust, so hard to resist. But resisted, oppressed. Desire. She doesn’t know why it has to be this way. Or at least why it has been this way. Part of her is already gone. There is a vacancy in her face and in her body. She is turning, like the leaves, toward the sinking sun. The draw to follow him down. Down to the south. Italy, France, Spain Or Africa. There. Where the sun never stops kissing his Earth kisses her to death. Desire. Desire to walk down crumbling stone streets wearing high heals which click and echo off the ancient, mumbling walls lined with old women in black and children who stay up late. Desire to hold orange blossoms in her hand And feel her own dress swing and brush her legs. To hear the voices of the men smoking on their apartment balconies. The music drifting from somewhere just ahead. The smells pressing in. Heavy, thick lust. To feel the men wanting her. Desire for all of them. To abandon all notions of right and wrong or consequence. The half-asleep mistiness of all of it. A far-away question floats by, She doesn’t know How this will turn...

Sometimes

Sometimes I do nothing all day but stare out the window and watch the garden standing still. Occasionally shifting her feet or scratching behind her ear. A sigh. A sigh. A...

Oracles Everywhere

You who laid an aching arm across my shoulders encouraging. Encouraging? Your face peering into mine. Asking. Was it you? A park in December. Oak trees and chimney smoke. Did you ever know anyone so lost as I was then? Lost in plain sight. When you’re lost you’re a different person. You’re a lost person who’s awake and searching. You notice things and you talk to people you’d normally ignore. There are oracles everywhere all along the street, on the other side of the counter. Taking your money. Handing you the change. Telling you the truth of the universe. How to get home. Whether the oracle sends silence, curses or directions, she tells you the way home. Make a gift of what the oracle tells you. It’s all in the listening. There are oracles everywhere. Still, I don’t know where I’m going. And I’m no longer lost. It’s different now. I’ve stopped pretending I know the way. That there is a way. There’s just the way I’m going. And that could change any time. Any time at all. One oracle said, If you get lost, just keep turning right. When you get used to that, try a left and see what...

A Pleasant Soreness

by Kathleen MacGregor A pleasant soreness I am with today Reminds me of how We danced last night Under the August sky On the cool, green grass With our bare feet And flying skirts. Smell of sweat, wine and white flowers- Bats dipping into the heat Rising up from our bodies. Beautiful friends Reflecting beauty, joy Reflecting love. Even in the waves That washed over us Tumbled us. Wives of grief, of fear Husbands of rage, of anxiety. The drum brought it in. The guitar sang to it Our ecstasy carried it All. Yes celebrate! Setting free those wild Birds of the belly. Beating them from the bush With drumming feet- Shaking down the energy. Coming home. No one’s a stranger When we dance Wordlessly. A pleasant soreness Reminds me of how We jiggled and stomped Quivered and jumped. Twirled and swayed. Joining arms Then letting go. The flesh and the soul. It was exactly as if We were...

Oh, Here

by Kathleen MacGregor Walking out into the morning This morning The clouds were splashed across the sky Like balled up socks Scattered on the Bedroom floor And glowing and I remembered Loving Sprirt I met the day before and Every moment he has been with me Unrecognized and Unknown And his waiting was still But Sobbing with his desire to love To love He wants to love I never knew he had any desire I only saw him floating Before Above the ground and faintly Barely even there But that was me That was me too So where in me Is this being This Loving Spirit It’s bigger than I thought How much there is to cop to To own Finally to love And I heard his wedding vow I want to dance with you I want to march with you I want to drown in your love Oh, here he is Now Coming down My...
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