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The sound of my own shell

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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.
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Yoni Mudra - photo © Marianne Simonin
Secrecy of the womb
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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 
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(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)
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