the dark spiraling waters of an ancient and sacred sea
evolving in the hidden white moons rhythmic embrace.
My mystic hearts eyes of old are large and wise.
with rainbow veiled wonder instruments of this world to be.
butterfly wings dancing in the field.
deep and low heart beat melodies
and children’s high laughter with the gaiety they wield.
The fleshy lies of men and women.
with my eyes and hearts memory…
the wisdom of my mother’s voice.
my own voice.
the emotions rain coming.
rainbows made wet from your tear made aura.
old faces, some familiar, some new.
on the diamond shards of glass
and on the soft milkweed of fields sewn through.
through life a magnificent long river moving stronger objects with my silky persistence.
Environments have frozen me within themselves and broken with my inner resolve.
fire made water.
the touch of the old and dark waters of an ancient and sacred sea.
About this poem.
Cynthia was a very influential art teacher, spiritual mentor and otherwise amazing person I knew while I was a homeless youth in Hollywood.
I came across this writing I wrote in honor of her, and even though we have lost touch, I still remember her. Thank you, Cynthia, for all your guidance and inspiration!
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