Fire Cycle

Fire Cycle

By: GinaMarie 

2/6/22

Ashes drifting through the air

as embers wait around me.

Fuel lays prepped

ready  to stoke the fire,

waiting,

for the time

to spark.

I move things

and empty the furnace,

clearing away what will not

add to the flame.

The flame sparks,

igniting destruction.

Growing the fire--

adding fuel to the conflagration,

fanning the flame

to a height of infernic rage.

Feeding the dragon to sustain the power,

the light,

the heat,

the rejuvenation of being.

The rage declines to the point

of a steady  burn.

The flames lower and

the forge is ready to ignite creation.

Galaxies swirl, new life is born, 

and the fire subsides

into a deep space

of midnight ember.

And then,

I choose an ember

to hold,

and sustain,

and carry with me

for the next iteration of...

Ashes drifting through the air

as embers wait around me.

Timeless

 We are  timeless

you and I

from the edge of the universe

to our mitochondrial DNA

everything separate

and yet every point connected to the other

Your inhalation

is my outbreath

our ecstatic sigh

everything

and nothing

and everything in between

When we’re apart

a piece of me is with you

When we’re together

no words need to be said

and yet I have a desire 

      to ask you questions 

           just to hear your voice

               to make you laugh

        just to have you with me

everywhere 

and nowhere

and every point between

until there is no space between us

even when you’re far away

We are  timeless

you and I

Rain of the Ancestors

Rain of the Ancestors

flows in my veins

connecting me to the stars below

and the oceans above

Intertwined

and intermixed

Blood of the Descendants

flows through the seas

connecting them to the Ancestors before 

and to Kin who come after

Held

and holding

Exchanging who we are

for who we were

for who we will be

Learning from the past

Sending lessons to the future

Standing here

Now

Allowing myself to be a nexus

       a gathering point 

                           a conduit

Transforming

from then

through now

to future points beyond my sight

Reservoir

and Release 

Overheard at the Overlook

Overheard at the Overlook
5/18/21

Looks like a good place to sit...

So far so good!

There were so many people dying in avalanches this year...

This looks like a good place to stop.

Nature hates a straight line...

...and water always goes down hill, I’ve noticed.

See that flat topped mountain over there? That’s a mesa.

These little birds have to almost hit me in the head before I see them.

We need a stick.

Perfect ...I mean...

We need a bird call.

(caw, caw-caw-caw)

Thank god there’s a sign and a signal.

There isn’t anything I can’t do without...

...I saw a pair of earrings that I liked

(wind rushing through the leaves)

(airplane flying overhead)

Two, two hearts...Me and your brother

Big ditch.

(cars driving on the roadway)

You seldom remember...

Can you take a picture?

I’m going to stand up.

(something in another language)

(chirp-chirp, chirrip, chirrup-chirp)

I just realized as we got out of the car, I realized, it feels like we couldn’t have done all of that in two years.

It’s really annoying to not have the four of you who are travelling, together.

Have a good trip!

It would be nice if it was snowing.

I’m going to start talking to you in Filipino.

(hummingbird hums by)

Woww…

That’s a deep hole.

Don’t spit!

Ooo...I see a cave!

Come over here by your sister.

Amazingly I have really good signal here.

You all want a picture with the kids?

1, 2, 3…

There you are, act like you’re a part of the family.

Did you switch your airpods with mine?

You’re going to want to drop those masks for the picture...

Where are you all from?

Thank you.

Cool...I’ll bet they like that...

Excuse me...do you own an orange ford escape?    Yes…?

Is this your key?      Oh, my gosh!

Connected

From distant shores, to our front doors, We are connected. From the blood in my veins, to the great savannah plains, We are connected. From galaxies swirling through space, to the cells that help us taste, We are connected. From the beating of our hearts, to the fusion process igniting stars, We are connected. From the waters of the deep, to the babies as they sleep, We are connected. From the tiny ant held in your hand, to the beaches with all the sand, We are connected. Each strand of our existence is connected to others.

Through time and space, and even beyond, those strands keep us connected. Knowing who we are and what our connections hold, helps us build new connections and expanding pathways. Be kind with your words. Be gentle in your steps. Be soft with your gaze. We are connected.

Healing the Ancestors, Blessing the Descendants

Trauma of the Ancestors 

7 generations back,

my DNA was shaped,

turning on this marker,

switching off that one.

 

7 generations ago,

choices were made,

that subtly finessed, 

my anxieties.

7 generations previous,

options were weighed,

and paths followed,

leading to the complexity of me.

7 generations forward,

I place my experiences,

into the science project,

that will birth a new breed of human.

7 generations hence,

the paths I walk,

affect the flutter of happy,

that blossoms into full-fledged joy.

7 generations following,

I pass along what I know,

my strengths, my flaws, 

my hopes, and dreams reach culmination.

I envision,

the healing of the trauma of the ancestors

to flow through me and

ignite in the DNA of my descendants.

Death of Gaia

Dipped in the ink

of dreams half-forgotten,

Scribbled across a midnight sky

Angels dancing on the backs of dragons

as pitch black rain fills my eyes...

Giant swaths of my skin are ripped from my bones

as if removing the outer layer

will enable access to the understanding of my soul.

The cries of the smallest creatures,

the hairstreak butterfly

      the rusty patched bumble bee

            the eight-spot butterfly

                  the Kona giant looper moth

and countless others,

fill my ears with the crescendo of their silence.

Dark clouds--

not the life-bringing, heavy with rain, dark clouds--

but the ones that 

             vomit 

into the sky, 

cloyingly grasping

for every breath of fresh air.

The silence grows as the domino effect, 

               heralded by the silencing of the pollinators,

begins to cascade,

         quicker,

                    and quicker,

                                 and  quicker still.

I buck my earthen hips

straining to break free

belching forth fiery rivers of lava

raining lightning from the core of my being

weeping

as the slide to complete annihilation

 continues

         its

           extinctual 

                      path.

Self-preservation is paramount.

I fold in on myself,

preserving the essence of my core,

and begin to release the pieces that no longer serve me.

Sloughing off the detritus

Exfoliating the dead cells.

I will survive. 

I will let go of what continually destroys me. 

  I shed what I don’t need,

         don’t want,

              refuse to carry forward.

I continue my circling journey to hibernating self-preservation

letting centrifugal motion carry away the excess.

I hold what is essential to me

knowing that I can return

when death has removed the blemishes.

I will stretch into the new beginning,

allowing my being to expand, once again,

through dream-remembered skies.