when raven calls
my heart thrills
as if to a lover’s –
his throaty voice
floats across the silence,
seems a private note
between us….
•
memory transports me
to the lip of
an echoing red stone canyon
in the sheer predawn….
or the edge of a hopi mesa
preceremony….
then
raven’s voice seemed to
summon the dancers --
cue the singers
with their rattles and bells….
what glorious magic
has unfolded for me over the years,
when i took raven’s cue
to pause and listen….
•
last year
raven called me
to an assignation
with solitude….
i ran from him --
oh i was in such a hurry to live….
this time
i listen….
this time, raven,
your call reminds me
how intimately i know
the curves of your black feathers
the firmness of your claws….
•
i remember the
power of solitude –
i step into it
as naturally as i step into
my garments, of a morning…..
its velvet swirl
encircles me
oh, i know these steps
this compelling, dangerous dance….
•
ah, but i remember
raven’s sacred tricks!
i feel him laughing when i sink
into the illusion of aloneness….
when actually,
the graces of the universe
dance around me….
atoms riot within me….
oh i,
who feel so proficient
in this solitary walk,
am the center of a circle
of generous beings
clamoring for my notice
night and day….
from the cells living within me
to the spiders in my garden,
to the breadth of the spirit world
that holds me…..
•
raven calls:
throw off your cloak of aloneness!
know your pockets are filled
with the unimaginable riches
of the universe….
your very touch teems
with beings…..
your every ragged breath embraced….
•
oh love
this time
i respond
with upwelling joy….
_______________
©2012
beth anne boardman
3 comments:
Lovely, I'm waiting for my upwelling joy!
Hi Beth Anne--This is what I just wrote as an introduction to your poem, this time, i listen, on my blog: I almost never feel alone, but today I did, and not in the good way of silence and solitude that I usually embrace. Today I questioned my path, my purpose, my meaning. It's been a ragged day, the kind we need from time to time to foster growth. And then Russ Donda, a reader of the blog, introduced me to Beth Anne Boardman on facebook and I discovered this stunningly perfect poem on her blog, http://dancingwolf.blogspot.com/. My eyes filled with tears and I was transported back into the beauty of the mystery of this dance of life. Thank you Beth Anne. Thank you Russ. This, clearly, was Spirit looking out for me. I am overcome with gratitude for having found you--for this poem alone. Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Jeane
jeane, thank you so much for posting your response here! it means so very much to me.... i have forgotten to respond to comments lately, b/c i've been going crazy finalizing my dissertation.... but i want to tell you now, how deeply touched i am by your response, and your sharing.... much much love to you, and abundant blessings! i'm so glad russ introduced us! (hearts)
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