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Thursday, June 03, 2004
THE GREATEST LOVE STORY OF ALL TIME
Persephone loves pomegranate and mint.
A maiden sprouting seeds at springtime-
queen of the underworld for a half year stint.
Hymn to Demeter
Both Hamlet and Ophelia are stricken with a vague
recollection and kinship for one another,
but out of famalial loyalties
Ophelia restrains her love for Hamlet.
The flower of love spoils into forbidden passion
and loves true valentine murders the king.
Ophelia drowns herself in muddy waters--
with a pain too much to bare...
'And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead,
Go to thy death-bed,
He never will come again.'
Ophelias love lives long past the grave
and beneath her songs of mad ramblings
lays a "veneer of calm"~
a voice speaking her own tragedy;
secret songs that sing of loves suppression.
Mindspeaking alone in her bed.
Death a symbol recognising the ghost of a love.
Internalized grief, and notes of despair
bring a liberating death.
Look into Ophelias mirror and see your own reflection.
Kali transcending all forms
creating and consuming all life and death.
The ground you walk upon and the tears you shed.
Which foot forward? Dakshina or Smashan?
Kali dances with Shiva
and the formless becomes absolute.
Time which devours all
will tear us apart and bring us together.
Have we come in the form of Kali,
Ophelia or Persephone?
Our stories relived out new...
The same characters
where you are me and I am you.
On the day of awakening Warriors of the Rainbow
recognise the great spirit and spread the word
through music, art and story.
Leaders will arise through action not word.
The eyes of the fire will see her grandchildren
rise up to their task of being a
Warrior of the Rainbow.
"a time where names and family connections are forgotten."
"And then what?"
When birds fall from the sky and fish die in the water
Shame will awaken and Onkwehonwe shall rise up...
There will be a rekindling of old flames
and the sacred fire will be lit again.
May the seventh generation remain strong in our quest.
Unified hearts for the greater cause of all.
May we awaken to the quickening bluestar.
Gathered from the North, East, South and West
a tribe of many colour awaken to the call of their heartbeat.
Take courage, fear not the scorched lands
and your own and fellowmans deceit...
embrace all hope in the darkest of hours--
for it is so,
and foretold all shall return home.
Ophelia still sings.
The dance of Kali approaches fast.
Persephone will be the sun again.
Old loves will be lost and new loves will be found~
I know you slept too well to remember,
but it's your dreams that tell your hearts surrender...
the stories in our sounds
we dance again oldest friend
the dawn star will send
the ends of our old dreams into
no beginnings to no ends, as all have co-existed
transforming from one form into another.
Secwepemc lover;
creator of our universe,
the old one looks over.
The coyote guides the crow to the flock
and young love grows up to be older.
posted by Milli
at 6/03/2004 04:55:00 PM
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