A poem I wrote, several years after, based on an ayahuasca vision. - TopicsExpress



          

A poem I wrote, several years after, based on an ayahuasca vision. Please share, but I ask you to be kind enough to keep the credit in there and ask others to do the same. I am compiling some of these for a publication, but I wanted to share here. The ellipses are for cesura and to invoke the feel of dreamlike stream of consciousness. If you have time read it out loud and take a very short breath or pause with each one. Enjoy. xoxo all. “Predators” Rebekah Higgins ©2014 “You confuse self-love … and self-indulgence,” said She… And yet if it is all love anyway?... A pipeline intersection at an… pressure building…leaking then bursting…watching, wanting…to know if it would be resolved, fixed… then sent away with a…“you’re not supposed to understand everything… Nothing but white…an ocean of white…of snow and fur…then blood…and me, a bodiless observer…once pristinely white...a relaxed full speed run…charged with grace and power… it dropped dead mid-stride…viewed from a distance…and from underneath…from the vantage of the snow itself… boom, red stains…it was terrifyingly beautiful…and sad… I shot it from afar and watched it from underneath…or my act of intense looking…of connection…caused its heart to explode…licking and killing…equal in passion…compassion…the body…all fragility and strength …I was she watching myself… Her heart, my heart… death came…as the ultimate height…of physical freedom… Later, there was a heavy weight in my chest… my rib cage and flesh opened up… from the center out… like two little cellar doors …and my heart came out and hovered …as a beckoning light… my body still and passive… a vulnerable, receptive offering… awaiting reciprocity… I knew the wolf would come, but not…from where or when… anticipating… its presence radiating the same force as it’s bounty …running towards it… from a dark unseen distance…the energy of predation emerged…from the black… as a panther of colored light… then morphing into the white wolf… with one great bound it leapt and swallowed…and I felt happy and free…as if a debt had been re-paid…or I had reconnected…with an old friend.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 17:41:42 +0000

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