It is raining today, Jopoa.
I see your traces
like lines on a tortoise shell
each time I look into Giens warm heart
your ancient lined face
made gold by the alchemy of love
this love between you two
I place on my inner shrine
next to Gra-anna's face
I see…
an ancient woman holding the hand of a young man
each adoring the other
and a young woman with beauty in her sad eyes
- sorrow - the source
of the River of Eternal Compassion…
7 years,
a sacred and complete cycle in time
It's raining today, Jopoa
this day of your memorial
I do not ask, 'where are you now'
or wish to hold you with questions.
May you be surrounded by that which you truly are
Love
In this picture you are with precious beings
- your daughter, the mother of your\my precious
'Sum Goon Day',
main artery to your\my heart,
Gien, your grandson,
my husband
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this was probably the hardest poem I ever wrote...
and like all tough journeys undertaken
a door opens
Loved one
4/12/05
Dear one you came to this planet
through the passage
of my womb
You reached for the umbilical cord again
as you took your life
hanging from this tree
with the scarf I¹d given you
a little while before
I think of this
as I sit at the foot of the tree
molten rock of attachment
runs red rivers from my eyes
I say quietly
'loved one, I gave birth to you,
you never asked
if you could end it all'
A bowl of swirling liquid
filled with silver and shadow
presents itself to me
In it I see the blend and journeys
of your sacred life
These I did not sanction either
none of this was mine to direct
I thank the Great Mystery for imparting this wisdom
softly returning to the arms of the Beloved
the place of 'It is so'
the place of eternal rest
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