We are slowly getting used
to living in a world
where people live
occupied, colonized, or dispossessed;
where peace is a word that whispers "War" under its breath.
A spectacular deception is underway
taking away
beliefs and systems
that held sway
on minds for decades of futility.
Yet we survive, we eat, drink, go to sleep,
wake up in the morning to resume the day.
Once in a while, we complain,
only to be told politely,
"Power is everything and you have none"
We swallow the tutelage
because it is administered politely.

THE MYTH OF THE MAIDEN GODDESS

THE MYTH OF THE MAIDEN GODDESS


The bright red bird came flaming down
in love, in the wind
in the passion of the scarlet crown,
swooping down upon the maiden breast
to break open the vault that sealed
the secret seeds
to be sown in a virgin soil.
The wind stood still,
the forest, amazed
and the maiden numb
terrorized beyond a word.
The seed-word, the myth
of a new age, yet to be born,
pulsated in the heart of the terrorized girl
whose terror soon transformed
in the understanding
of a purpose.  

The reason of the knowledge of the deed
quietened the heart.
wounded, inert, she lay in peace.