[Thespiritexpress] Fwd: Human Family2

[Riantee Rand]

Poem read at the yurt
> 
> Human Family2 - To Lillia                                     
>  
> It's strange to be held captive of illness
> in a bed of tenderness
> up on a loft 
> between a soft pillow and a book partly read
> listening to the faceless voices of family and friends below,
> listening,
> unresponsive, without any disquiet, 
> as though you were dead.
>  
> That's how I pictured my own family as a child,
> feeding me with their being by just being,
> with no need on my part to perform.
> Inspired by their wholeness I'd have the courage 
> to be whole on my own,
> to be my own authority.
>  
> It's winter time, the weather is at its darkest,
> the cold medallions of rain fall tight together and incessant
> saturating the landscape and drawing out from the earth's belly 
> the slimy substance of snails and slugs.
> It oozes, copiously covering the land with a coat of decay 
> to prepare it for the new growth.
>  
> The house is full of plaintive voices 
> from the mice to the wind and the creaking of old beams,
> the crackling of fire and the gentle rhythm of music
> on which the loved voices weave conversations and games.
> You would never sense the interlinking of relationships in such a way
> if you were down there.
>  
> Someone throws a log to keep the fire going,
> the rattle of the poker has a voice, 
> "Listen, there is a story here,
> keep that fire alive, keep it going,
> tell the messenger in your wordless way 
> that you are ready to hear, 
> to receive the knowledge that is stored in every living form, 
> every particle, mineral, animal, plant, 
> in every feeling or emotion."
>  
> How strange and rare are those moments 
> when you have the tenderness of the dead among the living. 
> Dead to their needs, to their longings, 
> dead to your need for their appreciation 
> dead to their desires and to your pictures, 
> you are so dispensable you can shed  
> personality,
> culpability, 
> obligation 
> and everything you ever blamed 
> right there and then.
>  
> And suddenly, there is absolutely no necessity
> to do anything but let the love inside of you
> be born over and over
> purring and taking many fanciful forms 
> as you gently grow younger 
> into your death.

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