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Desire

 

 

 

i.

 

So what of Desire I asked the sun

the moon answered in silence and silver

so what of Desire I asked the moon

the stars answered in light and black holes

so what of Desire I asked the Light and its

absence

the earth answered in a greening of all things

so what of Desire I asked the green earth

the ocean answered in waves of infinity

so what of Desire I asked the ocean spray

No-One

answered.

 

 

ii.

 

I, who am Nothing wanted Something

Being

I, who am Being wanted Knowledge

This

I, who am This wanted Love

Knowing

I, who am Knowing wanted

You

 

 iii.

 

and desire turned back on itself, inside-out

and hunted and humiliated

and scathed me with

burning flesh and serpent tongues

tongues of death

removed all traces

of humanness

and god-ness was born

 

I fell on my knees, hands in every form

of prayer

and begged God

take This away from me

my cup runneth over

 

I love too much

 

and

 

I was given Wings.

 

 iv.

 

the morning breaks through in birdsong

my windows are open

colours appear in daylight

purple majesty, blue light, tangelo meeting

new and far horizons

I meet the Beloved

a single bell tolls

as if a dirge for one last answer

Here

I lose myself completely

and become the Love Song

I sing

in words written by a Poet

whose heart is broken

whose words are written in melodies

of aching and longing

 

whose arms are dangling

whose hands are trembling

whose fingers ooze the blood of

having held close a very sharp blade

to the jugular of rhythm and remembrance

 

of intertwined arms and legs, lips,

breasts and sacred parts of female and male

of

Divine Sex,

--

 

Tantra  Drinks Us

 

 

v.

 

i shall throw liberty to the oceans

and drink the poison of despair again

i shall rip this cloth of flesh

i shall be an angel of heaven

ashes on my tongue

and wallow in the bowels of hell

i shall walk in these fires and

die

in your arms

again

 

Beloved, my Darling

shall i ask you to kiss me

awaken me

to this bittersweet yearning

 

Shall I Desire?

 

 


— Kailashana, May 14, 2008

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professor

professor

18 years ago

Shall I desire?

This is the best piece of yours i have read...such a kaleidoscope of thoughts and impressions and questions combined with both spiritual and carnal energy. As always I could may be suggest changes to punctuation and line structure to help the reader but i wont since you can work it out and there are perhaps different permutations anyway. I liked best: "whose fingers ooze the blood of having held close a very sharp blade to the jugular of rhythm and remembrance" "i shall rip this cloth of flesh i shall be an angel of heaven ashes on my tongue and wallow in the bowels of hell" The answer to your poem's question is there throughout the whole thing of course...and was there ever a real choice to be made anyway? Reminds me a little of Lewis Carroll's "A whiting and a snail" conundrum: 'What matters it how far we go?' his scaly friend replied. 'There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France - Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?' lol. Keith
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

Ha! As if YOU knew anything

Ha! As if YOU knew anything about such matters.... lol. Anna "Dance with me to heaven's tune that plays the Soul." Including a Rumi poem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqhNPY882kE
S

Synchro

18 years ago

Well, my search was worth it

Another beautiful, and compelling effort. I think the opening anaphora might be excessive (though I often use the technique myself). But the poem keeps getting better after that. I was attracted to the same portion the professor quotes above. The unexpected analogy is refreshing. I am intrigued with tantra myself, though I am not quite sure if your reference to it here is a subtitle, or a conclusion. I could use your thoughts on that. Third poem of yours read this morning. You've acquired a fan. Yours in peace, Synchro
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

Hi… tantra is an ongoing

Hi... tantra is an ongoing experience...Synchro. Thanks for reading... all poetry comes through me through a thought or thoughts, a word, a scene, a smell, a memory... and i write what comes... This poem is actually a journey i made... from beginning to end and back again. Sort of an evolution/devolution of Anna. I am also a poet activist, and my first poem posted (lost in transition) was written for my Middle East Peace Forum.. and I appreciate your closing. Peace, Salaam, Shalom, Anna
S

Synchro

18 years ago

Anna, I'm a peacenik from way back

...and if we both stick around here, you'll see it in my poetry. Yes, we write what comes...and in my case, I never know for sure what is coming. :-) Lord, I love your work! Yours in peace, Synchro
Kailashana

Kailashana

18 years ago

I checked out your Blog,

I checked out your Blog, Synchro... you and I seem to share the same head... I wonder how that happened? I'll be reading it... and enjoying... MY rewritten words ;-) Peaceful hugs, Anna