elemental balance

NOT FOR ARACHNOPHOBES (revised)

(some of my wonderful friends are worried that I was bitten by another Recluse Spider.  This is my poem from 2014–not my best–but want you to know, no worries)

 

What is the message of the spider?

Open invitation from the resident

Into a pesticide-free home

Spaces in floorboards

Irresistible to the neighboring swamp

Despite the equalizer AKA feather duster

The spiders come in the night

They always nip me equally

One on each arm

Unless it’s a Recluse

She gets me in a circle of eight

The secret antidote is plantain

Or even aloe for the minor stings

I’ve been injected with venom so many times

That one day I expect to point my wrists at a wall

While cobwebs shoot out

Enabling me to scale the side of the tallest building in Florida

But I know there is a message

I used to fancy that I was SpiderWoman of folklore

Weaving my tales

My fantasies

My fantasies came true for others, not for me

What was the message there?

Observer and recorder of life

But never a recipient of those richly imagined dreams

We Romani are always looking at portents

The Sinte word for the spider storyteller is

“Shpina Paramichari”

She is telling me that the one nip on each arm

Represents balance

Be consistent in life

Be moderate while living

No important revelation

But a painful one

Just weave your life symmetrically

In order to function in harmony

I tend to forget every few years

Guess I need a reminder…

(c) 2014, 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Recluse Spider Web, creative commons

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!

 

We borrow Earth Mother’s gifts to feed

Those we love and all in need

We borrow water from the well that glitters

Life blood of the planet and body transmitter

We borrow music and words swirling in the air

Soothing the mind, showing our care

We borrow the fire of sun-kissed kindness

Sharing with all a woman’s unsung largesse…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  My Hibiscus

“THINK, WAIT, FAST”

Repost: Wrote this last August, longing for winter. Now it is not even Summer Solstice and I’m wishing to leap ahead in time. Says a lot about my ability to WAIT…

 

<dream fragment>

Where is the sea?

Familiar salt smell

An invisible pull

Of negative ions

Grains of sand

Tumbling in the wind

Arranging lines of code

On a sun-screened body

Salty water invading platinum hair

Curls being tossed everywhere

Temporarily blinding

Hiding the sea from

Searching, gritty eyes

Where is the sea?

***

<reality>

I come to the pocket-sized beach

In winter only

No longer liking to be close to strangers

Alone, where I can dream

Green Key Park on the Gulf opens at dawn

Sip coffee bought from the Burger King drive-through

Not as good as mine

But convenient, tolerable

Birds, palms, sunrise on the Gulf

I pretend it is the sea

Here, it is warm like a bathtub

Some tidal action

A bit of wave hiking up to the shoreline

Sand and negative ions

Water and fiery sun

Elemental balance

I go inward more and more each year

Feel like Hesse’s Siddhartha on the river

He, like me, can think, can wait, can fast

Well, fasting, ok, not quite there yet

But able to do the rest

Because the inner life is best…

***

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

IMAGE: Robert K. Rees Memorial Park

MERCURY TRANSITS THE SUN 5-9-16

 

So many astrological theories

About Mercury’s trek

Across the Sun

But this lovely photo

From India

Captures the true importance

The secret of life:

Balance

Represented by 450 x 630 pixels

The elements of life

Present themselves

In the form of Earth

As a tree tip

Water

As morning dew

Or evening mist

Air caressing a

Wind farm

And sun

Life source

Posing in all its glory

As Mercury

Usually in a hurry

Does not scurry

But moves majestically

Across the backdrop of Fire

Four elements

Balance

The secret of life

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Atish Aman and Abhinav Singhai, Mercury Transiting the Sun

I CHING HEXAGRAM #56 FIRE OVER MOUNTAIN

(The Wanderer: Lu)

 

“Success through smallness.
Perseverance brings good fortune
To the wanderer

 

Ah, the urge to seek knowledge

To travel, once again

Life is leaping into an adventure

Risky, yet rewarding

 

From the burning city asphalt

To the planet’s desert core

To swampy, humid muck

Finishing in finest, thin-spun mountain air

 

How I enjoy daring myself

Blaming it on the tossed coins

As I smile in anticipation

For age is a mindset

Until the body catches up

But there is still time…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE & JUDGMENT: I Ching Online

“THINK, WAIT, FAST”

Robert K. Rees Mem. Park (Green Key)

<dream fragment>

Where is the sea?

Familiar salt smell

An invisible pull

Of negative ions

Grains of sand

Tumbling in the wind

Arranging lines of code

On a sun-screened body

Salty water invading platinum hair

Curls being tossed everywhere

Temporarily blinding

Hiding the sea from

Searching, gritty eyes

Where is the sea?

***

<reality>

I come to the pocket-sized beach

In winter only

No longer liking to be close to strangers

Alone, where I can dream

Green Key park on the Gulf opens at dawn

Sip coffee bought from the Burger King drive-through

Not as good as mine

But convenient, tolerable

Birds, palms, sunrise on the Gulf

I pretend it is the sea

Here, it is warm like a bathtub

Some tidal action

A bit of wave hiking up to the shoreline

Sand and negative ions

Water and fiery sun

Elemental balance

I go inward more and more each year

Feel like Hesse’s Siddhartha on the river

He, like me, can think, can wait, can fast

Well, fasting, ok, not quite there yet

But able to do the rest

Because the inner life is best…

***

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Robert K. Rees Memorial Park

ELEMENTAL NEGATIVITY

(another disgruntled commentary re “soul mate” search)

free-vector-nature-elements-logos

 

Mind frog-leaping around

The blistering galaxy

Fire comes

Combusts

Immediately burns away all

Nothing left

What’s the sense in that?

No one there

To say, “Yes”

 

At times, each day

Was like a billion years of life

Evolutionary cycle teaching me

To trust no one

Earth smothers

Choking all existence away

Burying truth

And mistakes

No voice left

To say, Yes”

 

Spontaneous rain

Insidious Water of gray

Like a breaking

Foamy wave

Over and over

Eroding the sand

Wearing all away

Until one says, “Yes”

 

 

Sky lightly peppered with crows

Air gently blows

Flows like water

Warms like fire

Blankets like earth

Perhaps, perhaps…?

“Yes!” says Air for me

 

(c) 2015 ViataMaja

14 – Mara (Sea) Sonnet

14-Mara disk
Sitting by the sea, hands smoothing the sand
With an airy caress of sun or moon
The blending of elements like a band
When it produces the most perfect tune.
A sense of humor creates a balance
Crucial when thoughts spiral out of control
There is no room for any allowance
Force your mind back to the center, be whole!
Stop the clacking of your brain and relax
Passivity should not cause a scrimmage
The good life examines all of our acts
Acceptance will not damage your image.
Feel the rhythm of water’s gentle tide
Let balance and harmony be your guide.

(c) 2014 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja), from Madame Sosostris Explains (A Poetry Patchwork)