Letting go
This evening
the burgeoning crescent moon hovers low
over the western pacific
a veil of ocean mist rising up
to kiss beyond
the mountains – where I lay
in these steaming waters –
earthly aromas
rose geranium, thyme
rustling bamboo leaves
quiet cricket’s trill…
Earlier
I received a massage from
a lady of deep grace
clairvoyance and powerful hands.
She said, your grandmother
was a feisty little woman, wasn’t she
as she probed my dusty corners.
Little, yes, feisty… at 97?
I think of her spirit more
as quietly yet
unrelentingly
ever present
She
straddled an aeon
from a time
of horse drawn carriages
on the streets of Vienna
to a glimmering
digital age
She watched Hitler’s entourage baring down MariahilferStrasse at 21
died then, to be re-born, impoverished immigrant
in a war torn land
rose up, over generations
regaining dignity, returning late
home alone, diminutive
white haired, matriarch
She is near right now, says Victoria, strong presence –
she wants you to know you are not alone
there are so many here for you – what can she do for you
Yesterday
Lana said, you know
they’re the same, Susy and dad
neither of them sense spirit –
Lana told Susy – when you cross over
to the other side
and find out you were wrong –
you better come back and haunt me, ok!
Ya, ya, we’ll see, schau ma mal, laughed the lady of the passage.
I hear that quiet laughter now
humouring us
The setting new moon suggests a chapter
beginning or ending
This last respite
under these stars
this mountain retreat – for 16 years.
Time to move back into the world
go back home, for a while – the old world.
Family
The candle goes out
moon sets over the visible horizon
continues on it’s unending journey
into the light, east to west
as above, so
in the absence of the moon
visible stars thicken
into family constellations watching
over us down here in
this beguiling mad circus of
life on Earth
The spirit of each of us
ever present echoing
in lunar memories
reverberating
across the aeons
each last breath
a declaration of love
as if to say, do you see? The contrast
what a wonder, what a blessing.
[For Susan Heller Spitz 1917 to 2014]
Beautiful…I felt her grace