Monthly Archives: February 2007

Flowing between the worlds

On Wednesday, I wrote a poem based on the name given me during my Reflections initiation this last weekend.

WaterMaker,
Out of your womb,
Flow the waters of life;
Out of your eyes,
Flow the waters of our souls;
Out of your heart,
Flow the waters of love.

WaterMaker,
Rejuvenate us;
Cleanse us;
Love us.

Teach us how to pour
Forth your compassion
To each other and our ailing world.

I will catch your love and
healing in my arms, in my heart.
And I will share it with
the dry, parched world.

I am RainCatcher.

The poem touched off the beginnings of an image that I am supposed to paint/draw, but I only saw the borders — abstracted ocean waves and river flows.

Yesterday, as I was walking back from lunch, it began to rain — droplets of water hitting my head and face. Yes, this is to be in the image as well — rain drops emanating from the center. But I still don’t see the center. I do some online reading about the Feri guardians, particularly Water Maker.

Today, I am listening to music on iTunes and a song popped up on random two days in a row — “Simbi Dio” from Rhythms of Rapture. Struck by this coincidence, I decide to look up Simbi.

In Haitian Vodun, Simbi (also Sim’bi) is a large and diverse family of serpent Loa (Vodoun spirit) from the West Central Africa / Kongo region. Some prominent Simbi Loa include Simbi Dlo (also Simbi d’l'eau – Simbi of the Water), Simbi Makaya, Simbi Andezo (Simbi of Two Waters), and Gran Simba. Traditionally in their Kongo context they are all associated with water…

Milo Rigaud (City Lights, NY; c1969; “Secrets of Voodoo”) speaks of Simbi as the Vodou Mercury, the messenger of Legba (the Sun). In this aspect Simbi is the bearer of souls to all places, and the creative principle.

As I am reading this, I see the next layer in — a blue water serpent/dragon ouroboros that is spinning and sending off drops of rain from its skin in a whirlpool/spiral motion.

Yes. Yes! But what is in the center? I don’t know until I daydream and loosely word and image associate.

…Spinning…
…Creation…
…Spiral…
…Galaxy???

So, being at work, I go back online and do an image search for “spiral galaxy.”

With a quick intake of breath and recognition, I know. Yes. Yes! That is in the center. I sit and stare beyond the wall, slackjawed at the beauty of the full, moving, breathing picture. Oh! But I want to show it to you.

Now I have the vision, but it is blurry. I cannot see the details. Those will come with the actual drawing, as pencil interacts with canvas and paper.

But I am so excited.

So excited!

Brigid’s Day Poetry Slam

My contribution to Second Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Poetry Reading is excerpts from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass

I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;
It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it;
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me….

….I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer’s girl boiling her iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake….

….I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d;
I stand and look at them long and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied—not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.