Rondeau of the Reed

treading eden, towards my eternal Home do not remind me of the mortality of this Body by telling me: you are beautiful do not breathe: you are perfectly poised; love made visible in flesh; housing a well rounded Soul do not sigh: i love you when you shun looking into my eyes because you fear detection of your lies if you really love me, this earthly apparition forever thirsty for purity, call me then: rose, thorn, cross, rostrum, rose of Sharon, rock because this reed rages against that lust which cages my love in blood and vein in broken wings paludism and pain and if you do love me do not punish me by ignoring my purpose do you not know my heart dwells in forgiveness and release ... and wants to heal all shattered souls? thus do not say: this body is but flesh I am vulnerable to this vulgarity this body is the sacred dome of Light where roaming souls find rest so if you breathe: i love you and your song surrenders to the wind, then make this dome your home and know: this reed breathes Love and if you leave me in the end in my lonely landscape where birds and breezes uplift my soul on waving wings singing my forlorn songs know then: this is the final test - this Sanctum is my only earthly rest ... this rondeau of the Reed. Myra Lochner 2002NATURE AND SPIRIT  are closely connected in cosmic awareness. I love to use nature to define myself. I write from both my natural core, and my spiritual awareness IN RELATION TO NATURE. "Tula was regarded as the center of the world, the opening toward the supernatural world of the vertical, as well as the pivot of the horizontal sociopolitical cosmos. ....It was the sacred centre from which issued a way of life that perfectly integrated the rhythms of the cosmos and human affairs."  And:  "... the people of Tula had learned that the secret of peace was the unity of all things." Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 04:10 AM PST, Myra Lochner    0 • 12 • 9