The Last Week of Fall Semester.
Everything for me this crazy week
before winter solstice
has been a meditation on
the Darkening of the Light.
It’s put a spin on my beliefs about
There was an email in my box
Telling me to be grateful
because the Sun sacrificesherself for us each day
in a nuclear reaction
burning up slowlyinto utter darkness
Just to give us light and heat and life.
And then there was Steven Hawkins’ “Everything” movie,
Explaining how Black Holes negate
our phantasy of a Creator,
that “in the beginning narrative”,
gets sucked into the blackness with everything else
forcing us to quantum leap into
Infinity and Beyond.
No wonder we have no
in this world
with no beginning and no end.
Grading the 30 Myth Analysis essays in my Mythology class
splashed the Titan, Cronos in my face,
as Father Time, as the destructive ravager of time,
including munching his children, The Olympians.
His story, Katy Stegall pointed out in her essay, is
“a potent image of the past consuming the future”,
Like it does for me sometimes
when I go too deep into the dark what was.
And isn’t this winter solstice and this Darkening of the Light,
the day after day nuclear destruction of the Sun,
all about making Time?
And speaking of the heavenly bodies
There was yet another gratitude reminder
from my movie binge this week. Be thankful for
that Interstellar stuff we can’t see,
that miracle of perfect balance
that holds us in this place
on this Earth.
Pulls us here.
Sticks us to the ground,
sometimes even into the mulchy underground
Even when we want to Fly,
know we can fly
in our dreams, in our unearthed light-filled spirit faces.
And then today, in my coven of yogi sisters
we applied the principles of Ayurveda to our innards
And spoke out manifestos of our darkness,
searching in those depths for a soul’s embrace
of our shadow.
And me, I took the dive and found the BAD GIRL.
That shameful, rule breaker, angry bitch tease, that dark
addictive, winter victim-girl hiding in the shadows.
And she emerged in my narrative as Janis Joplin,
The ghost of Janis took me over, and I let my hair down
and sang out loud and hoarse:
“Take another little piece
Of my heart now baby,
and Take It.
You know you got it, if it makes you feel good”
But what’s the Light in that?
The Fire? The contrast? The Future? The Word?
It’s becoming clearer to me that it’s really hard
to see in the underworld.
It may be fertile ground strewn with
bright red pomegranate juice and a hot and hairy Hades
to Take It.
if I can see the sense in this.
And at this point, in this non-linear narrative.
I come to this morning,
Back to this morning on Chronos’s belch.
(Zeus,# 6 youngest son of Chronos, hidden as a stone by his Mother Rhea as the Divine,but tricky Feminine, avoided being eaten like his sibs, and later made is bad Dad throw up the rest of the Olympians, future secured anyway dude!)
Here and now,
I’m meditating in the sauna on my back porch
and thoughts of my Darkness arise,
lifetimes and lifetimes of being
Burned in ovens, torched on stakes, stabbed
With bayonets, surrendering to addiction,
Dancing with death
And my tears mingle with sweat
And as I wipe my eyes I open to see
A fucking Rainbow!
Filling the sky with all the colors
I burst out of the dark hot box and
Snap a picture.
The rain comes; the dark clouds are still there,
But the rainbow keeps getting brighter and brighter.
And then, I see that the rainbow goes all the way to La Jolla
in a perfect arc. I make my angle wide and click again.
And looking again at the picture I’ve snapped, I see it’s even
Does the God that doesn’t exist because
Time has no beginning and no end
Have a weird sense of humor
That we have to go down
Into the heart of darkness to
See the light, that the fire that
Burns to ash makes the soil so fertile.
That to sing “Come on Come on Come on”
loud and hoarse will take us all the way home.