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The most difficult griefs....

 

THE SHELL

An open sandy shell

on the beach

empty but beautiful

like a memory

of a protected previous self.

The most difficult griefs,

ones in which

we slowly open

to a larger sea, a grander

sweep that washes

all our elements apart.

So strange the way

we are larger

in grief

than we imagined

we deserved or could claim

and when loss

floods into us

like the long darkness it is

and the old nurtured hope

is drowned again,

even stranger then

at the edge of the sea,

to feel the hand of the wind

laid on our shoulder,

reminding us

how death grants

a fierce and fallen freedom

away from the prison

of a constant

and continued presence,

how in the end

those who have left us

might no longer need us,

with all our tears

and our much needed

measures of loss

and that their own death

is as personal

and private

as that life of theirs

which you never really knew,

and another disturbing thing,

that exultation

is possible

without them.

And they for themselves

in fact

are glad to have let go

of all the stasis

and the enclosure

and the need for them to live

like some prisoner

that you only wanted

to remain incurious

and happy in your love,

never looking for the key,

never wanting to

turn the lock and walk

away

like the wind,

unneedful of you,

ungovernable,

unnamable,

free.

It's a Ray of Light today....

Watch this Ray of Light!

and let it make your day!!! 

All becoming has needed me....

 

Da neigt sich die Stunde und ruhrt mich an

The hour is striking so close above me,

so clear and sharp,

that all my senses ring with it.

I feel it now: there's a power in me

to grasp and give shape to my world.

I know that nothing has ever been real

without my beholding it.

All becoming has needed me.

My looking ripens things

and they come toward me, to meet and be met.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

I'll dance with you.....

 

"And I'll dance with you in Vienna,

I'll be wearing a river's disguise.

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,

with the photographs there and the moss.

And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty,

my cheap violin and my cross."

~ Leonard Cohen

We are held gently by the earth, yet crucified by our pain...

The blood line of God is connected to everything...

shells on the ocean shore, the mushrooms growing in the forest, 

the trees stretching to the clouds, the tiniest speck of snow in the winter, 

and our dust-to-dustness...

we are all created and tethered to this sacred gift of creation....

My Jesus

by Catherine Duclos

grecian white wall fall endlessly away

then return

spreading virginal folds of heat

undulating the length

of the freshly killed man

nailed to the wall

supple thighs lay limply together caressed

by razors of sun beating down 

upon the ebony carved body

glazed with ancient sweat

the lion maned head slips

softly to his chest

poised

in acquiescence

above the branches

of the tree

cut into arms

held firmly

by the crucifixion

of insistence

No more running...see yourself...you are safe....

 

INSISTENCE  DEMANDS  SURRENDER  

YOURSELF

DO THIS DO THAT 

DO EVERYTHING YOU ARE MEANT

TO DO TO BE

YOU ARE THE WORLD INSIDE OUTSIDE

BECOME FREE NOW

NO MORE HIDING RUNNING

SCARED ASHAMED

LABELS DROP DISAPPEAR

NOTHING STOPS YOU

NOTHING STOPSYOU

NOTHING STOPS YOU

You are loved and protected and safe now, even amidst what is going on right now!  You have yourself and as you surrender to that, you are free now...

I love you, as the world loves you...as you love yourself...

Always, love Catherine