Here we go again
New chalk for a fresh blank slate
Happy New Year all!
(image: exploding star, Hubble time-lapse)
Month: December 2014
PACK BEHAVIOR
Pass the baby around
Take turns rocking and lullabying
Give a break to the new mother
Just a small but subtle kindness
Women do for each other.
Open the hood of a car
Men wander out of their homes
Shuffling to the tune of the Pied Piper of motor oil
Staring at the engine
Offering their advice as if to a brother
The male version of kindness to each other.
Children can be disturbingly mean
Yet if one is crying, an innate understanding surfaces
A desire to aid their fellow toddler
Who screams as if about to smother
As their compassion resonates from one to another.
Dogs who dislike each other
Will temporarily forgive and huddle around the loner
The one cowering from lightning or fire crackers
As they remember the pack rule
Of sister and brother.
Are we tribal sociopaths? Or are we capable of
Love and compassion for each other?
The pack is the clue, whether human or not
Revealing a generosity of spirit
That we joyfully rediscover.
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
BIG DIPPER
So thirsty, I dipped the sky
Received a lusty dose of
Dying stars and darkness
Shadow and fading light
Promises pouring out of a broken ladle
Unaccountably unable to scoop up the most
Nourishing part of the soup…
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
(Image: Miguel Clara, space.com)
BAXTALO BITEDER RAT (FORTUITOUS WINTER SOLSTICE)
Elegant customs adopted by most world cultures for a fortuitous Biteder Rat:
Vibrant clothes and lustrous boots
Honey dripping from fried melija corn
Candles glittering to light our way
After meditating in Neolithic darkness
A tranquil universe is born.
Chants and poems echoing
With a new moon making visible
Stars and planets joining Orion
In his nightly romp up high
Through the speckled night sky
Venus, Mars, Pleiades
(Those seven sisters smiling upon us).
Sacred herbs and evergreen
Red berries and dandelion wine
Crystals clear, crystals colorful
To remind us of the coming year.
Shortest day, longest night
A rebirth for the Earth
Reversal of the sun’s ebbing
The flow of life, a solar delight
A time to celebrate the Solstice
A word that means “Stand Still.”
Shuffle the Drom Ek Romani
My Way of One Gypsy cards
For guidance in the pristine year
Earth, Water, Air and Fire
Nothing new yet nothing to fear.
The meaning of this celebration?
Above all, love and peace
Cease all war and hatred
Send out only the kindest thoughts
Into the winter aethers
May they permeate the unity
Of the circle that is Earth…
© 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Parallel Universe Cafe and Other Poems
ASK ME
Ask me after coffee in the light of day
I’m pretty sure I know what I will say
Ask me when the sun no longer fights
The magic of the moon-drenched nights
Ask me when our double-sized eyes can see
What we truly love between you and me
Ask me, oh please, in perfect love
Your words filling the sky above
Ask me and I will answer…
(C) 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
WORDS
What power have words
That they linger long after
The utterer dies?
Taking hold of a paper
Or a virtual page
Or grasping the very air
Like talons stuck in the fabric of
A collection of gases.
Since words echo through time
Curses must also
Even if the curser dies
Yet, if life changes for the better
Can it be? Did the curse expire too?
Or did we wander into a parallel universe?
Maybe we are really catatonic, in a padded cell
But living a fantasy life of love and perfection
Dreaming our microcosm?
The nature of reality
Is deplorably confusing
Perhaps that is why we should not be fearful
Should just follow our heart
Bravely do what we are meant to do
Toughen our skins and ASK for what we want
Do, and if it doesn’t work
Do again
Until it becomes a living dream.
(It doesn’t matter if you ask for something impossible
But try not to let it matter if you don’t get it)
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
KINDNESS
Whipping wind
Stalactitic snow
Pushing conestogas
Through the Sierra Nevadas
Blinded by nature
But what is the true nature
Of man?
Whom did they choose:
The kindest
Translated in their minds as
The weakest
Later known as the Donner Party
Freezing and self-righteous and starving
Those without a drop of compassion
Those unable to figure out the horror
Of their actions
Chose the weakest
Chose the kindest
Sacrificed others to fulfill their need of the day
Is kindness a desirable trait, then?
Kindness has a delicious odor
A cotton candy sweetness
That tastes so good…
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
TRANCING
Midnight dreams invite the wanderer
To tread a confusing landscape
Yet each step is somehow safe
Although nothing compares to
Dawn dreams, waking dreams
Where we weave through fog
Precariously stepping
Into a familiar landscape of
Greens, browns and a touch of red
Beauty in sleeping safely
Beauty in cognizant danger
Trancing through life’s illusions…
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija
Image: My wildflowers in fog
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