See sea: “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming”
The two of them were one — light and darkness
Blood pouring out of their veins, eternally becoming
From the same source, pumped by another heart inherited
From one mother to another veiled in golden flames
Each and every morning is different but the same
It is the soul of women crying to a wounded male
Sailing towards the sun far beyond the ocean’s horizon
Arriving at some place far away, longing forever on
The animal fire, lust flaming all hearts, like a cat crawling
Her mysterious eyes, burning desires, yet her tail is high
A kitty cat or an old man’s animality …that “love is the answer”
To peace under the Sun, the feminine and masculine
Emerging from the shadow of their own secrets — creating
Realising that self-centric loneliness is hollow emptiness
Where nonexistence feels pure like mountain air, yet doesn’t fill
But I want to make all vacancies full
Not escaping truth, erode vulnerability
Like the Japanese and Italians instinctively show in art
Yet still fool their women, binding them in chains
Of machismo and infidelity, fearing the feminine strong
Do you see the exit though? A street poet bows low
Calling; “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming”
Zen, tao or renaissance, change is within and outside of you
Just navigate through, don’t look back, see the sea ahead
Stocks and stones
The above photographs are a collage of images from around the world that inspired this poem.
From art in Italian museums, Mediterranean and Japanese islands, Swiss kittens, a Chelsea gallery, a Milanese piazza, David La Chapelle’s apocalyptic photograph and on the street, the psychological reminders one might call poetry. Jungian psychology, the ancient yet still valid wisdom of taoism and zen, climate change, our animal side and the peace efforts of one of the smartest human beings who ever lived – Albert Einstein – all mingle in my snippet on what we must come to terms with, so “Don’t forget to address who you’re becoming” though awareness.
Equality is beyond one’s self on either side since opposites merge into oneness.
Under the masculine sun only the feminine moon can shine at night. And the Light is the Way of Joy.