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The sound of my own shell
Someday I would like to be so old with lines around my eyes, so old that I wouldn’t have to fight anymore. My eyelids heavy from past sorrow my lips sealed by the dryness of time. Someday I would like my hair long and white, as thin and brittle as my bones and the long tune in my brain humming the rhythm of life. Someday I would like to surrender to the existence of mine, letting go open arms reaching for the sunlight with my dry fingertips. Someday I would like to be so old that I could hear the sound of my own shell cracking and let it be so. 29th Aug 2006 ©Marianne Simonin This poem was published in Nov 2018 in the American Art magazine 'Heliopause' #2. |
Yoni Mudra - photo © Marianne Simonin
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Secrecy of the womb
Warm, moist & fragrant is my world, Legs folded towards my chest I bathe in the darkness of light, .......No desires..... Oh, that mighty Love carrying me From place to place From now to next, I can hear Her voice The fine tune of Her song Reaching me from far, far beyond. Warm, moist & fragrant is my world, Nothing to see Nothing to say Just feeling That mighty Love carrying me From place to place From now to next, Cradled in Her waters I feel free I feel me. Warm, moist & fragrant is my world, A soft red glow All around me, Legs folded towards my chest I bathe in the light of darkness .....No desires, yet..... The cosmic sound Her cosmic breath Keeping me asleep, Nothing to see Nothing to say But I can hear That moaning sound of ecstasy, Calling me deeper & deeper toward Thee, The throbbing of Her heart The throbbing of Her pulse The heat of Her Love, Fragrant Moist & warm Is all I remember, Mother in Her full power! Her Love Licking, kissing Every inch of me, Her warm breath Absorbing me In the cosmic embrace And Her mighty power. Legs folded against my chest, I cannot see I cannot say But I can hear The fine tune of Her voice Soothing me. Dark, mysterious & powerful is my world, My senses growing My awareness expanding An irresistible urge To know Thee, Bathing in Her waters That can no longer carry me I feel a desire That is new to me. The urge to see The urge to be Independent of Thee. Oh, and the sound of Her throbbing pulse Is now expulsing me, Floating in a river that is too big for me. That mighty Love Carrying me From place to place From now to next, In search of Thee... .............................. In the recess of my mind In the darkness of my soul In the secrecy of the womb. © Marianne Simonin - 2010 |
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Only the Absolute
No Gods can appease me in my quest No Gods can inspire me No Gods can guide me Only the Absolute The planets move across the vast infinite void, blackness and nothingness The magnetic fields of each planet Make me spin Make me free Chain me Bound me Destroy me From them I realise the power of Nature. The burning The learning The giving The dreaming I dive deep into the unknown The only authentic source of wisdom. No Man can appease me in my quest No Man can inspire me No Man can guide me Only the Absolute. I move across the vast infinite void A speck of light as my guide. 6th July 2020 ©Marianne Simonin |
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The treasures of Poseidon
The depth of the sea, The Mother, The waters Of birth and death, Secrets, Deeper than depth… Forgotten souls, Calcified bones, Fish and corals Absorbed In Poseidon’s throat. Warm and cold currents, Blood and lymph of the sea, I surrender to this energy, Divine mystery… Forgotten souls, Calcified bones Fish and corals Absorbed In Poseidon’s throat. (2003) |
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Eternal Cycle
From the One I have become many. From the loving embrace I have manifested. From the soundless sound we have separated. From Space we have divided. From Air I have moved further away from you. From Fire I have created Passion. From Water I have manifested sorrow. From Earth I have remembered your fragrance. In Earth I have buried my bones. In Water I have washed away my karmas. In Fire I have dissolved my ego. In Air I have experienced freedom. In Space I have released my soul. By the soundless sound I was drawn back to you. From the many I became One with you. Eternal bliss until we separate again. 2007 |
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Le cri du papillon
(The scream of the butterfly) Le depart Le grand depart, Libre dans la nuit Le papillon déploie ses ailes Pour crier dans les ténèbres, Pour entendre résonner Les vibrations de son âme, Mise a nue. Ne plus jouir de ses peines Ne plus consoler ses propres sanglots, Reprendre haleine Battre ses ailes, encore plus grandes Vers un soleil levant. Un cri d’espoir Tout feu tout flamme Qui brûle les souvenirs Déchiquetés par le vent. Une nuit sans lune Ouverte vers le temps Un papillon s’envole Silencieusement. (27 Octobre 2007) |
