Ode to spring
Mar. 11th, 2005 12:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Come, beautiful one, here where I sleep among apple petals on new grass. Come my brother, sister, friend. Come like a lord with strength in your hands. Come like a queen, sunlight streaming from your hair. My man, my woman, whoever you are, mysterious spirit I glimpsed walking at night with stars in your crown or at noon with a garland of blossoms. I have dreamt so long I know only shadows of you. You bounded like a deer through the forest at dawn, fleet form flickering through pillars. Let me see your full body and smell the fragrance of your skin. Will you serve or master me? Come like a saviour and bend to me. Let me taste your breath and ache with the nuance of your finger down my skin. Hearing the poetry of your lips on my brow, my cheek, my mouth, my breast, I will awake. A seed swollen with rain breaks its coat and arises to the warmth. My blood flushes at your touch as the pale leaf greens under sunlight. My desire moves in harmony with your pulse. Lift my drowsing shoulders into sunlight; draw my soul out of long darkness. I am ready.
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Date: 2005-03-11 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 09:08 pm (UTC)I drew my great grandmother's china this afternoon. I'll post it tomorrow. Brenna did an abstract drawing.
Pseudo-erotic
Date: 2005-03-11 07:58 pm (UTC)I dreamed I was sleeping, and then there was this light solid weight on my chest, like a cat. I was so tired, it was almost like I was drugged-- I opened my eyes halfway and saw that one of my best (guy) friends was straddling my chest, and then he bent toward me and started to kiss me... so I just relaxed and half-went back to sleep and let him do it. It seemed perfectly natural, like this was something everybody did. I got that strange feeling you get when someone's head is very, very close to yours in an intimate way-- it's like all the blood moves out of your head, like you don't want to move, like you're getting sleepy just from the proximity.
I remember thinking "Well, we're friends, and neither one of us is going to get their heart broken, so that's good... and we're friends..."
And then later in the dream he died.
And I don't want to tell him about it, because I think he'd be embarrassed. (He gets embarrassed talking about co-ed communal showers-- the platonic kind, that exist in one of the dorms.) I don't have a crush on him; he just showed up in my dream and started to kiss me. It was strangely nice, like cuddling, only with the lips...
Re: Pseudo-erotic
Date: 2005-03-11 09:14 pm (UTC)Eroticism here is a metaphor for other things: transformation of the mind, self-acceptance, and an open heart.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:07 pm (UTC)oops, I think this was addressed to Somebody else ... hahaha (nervous Faery titters)
xo, Sh. who is longing for Spring with equal ardor as the snow still clatters down from a grey sky.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 09:58 pm (UTC)btw, not saying you would ever do this, but I know of some atheists who also regard themselves as pagan--in the sense, I think, of tuning in to the rhythms of the seasons (or the Wheel of the Year, as we call it), honoring the life energy itself as truly sacred, honoring the consciousness that abides within trees, herbs, stones and either presumed "inanimate" living things.
Sometimes, the labels get in the way of our perceiving the true commonalities that bind us together as brethren.
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:50 am (UTC)I have thoughts about consciousness, but I'll save and ponder them for another day.
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Date: 2005-03-12 04:09 am (UTC)wooooooof
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Date: 2005-03-12 05:04 am (UTC)