i shave
and i shave my head
to feel your hands
sculpting the potter's clay
that is my skull
shaping and molding
my thoughts into a bowl
holding the water we bathe in
drink from
feed the garden.
i shave
and i shave my head
so each moment's breeze
keeps me aware of life
and
death.
i shape you
ReplyDeleteyou shape me
i remember back to bowl, the one i wrote for you:
i've a hollowed out log
bowl
and i hold it to my ear
see?
me
i've a hollowed out log
mortar / pestle
i grind flour thin enough
to wear as veil
i could eat my veil
i hold it to my ear
my bowl
it can hold things
it is the incarnation of the female form
hunter - he
gatherer - me
and here in my hand is my bowl
tum tum tum
its bloated side becomes a drum
i hold it to my ear
warmed wood
emanating sounds
that cause me
to shake my hips
food of the belly
food of the soul
bowl
you have become my bowl
hunter
gatherer
sustenance of body and soul
a call for my incarnation of female form
cause for me
to shake my hips
holy holy log hollowed out
i tip you to my lips
holy holy log hollowed out
to my ear
so that i might hear
listen~
bowl
remember?
touching your head is us full circle: bowl.
xo
erin
That sounds like a poem, a powerful one, commemorating the daily yet special moment. =)
ReplyDeleteVery Zen. I love how the seemingly small becomes monumental in all your work. An atom is a universe here. It is very touching. I also love the Woman in a Window's poetic response.
ReplyDeleteAlberto - I try not to take love granted now. Every moment counts. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteStickup - Everything does open up into another universe for me.
I am blessed with poetry from erin very often. I am blessed to travel with her when we take pictures and I am blessed to wake beside her.
Here is a link to her site
http://thetinyleaf.blogspot.com/
Here is a link you might be interested in also. http://leafingout.blogspot.com/
I always find it hard to comment on poems, afraid to break the magic.
ReplyDeleteI love all of your words and images. The respond of Erin is also very beautiful. A beautiful circle of love and inspiration the two of you. :-)
Sweet greetz and a happy weekend for you.
Monica - You could never break the magic, only add to it. erin wrote the beautiful poem some time ago and as i wrote mine i remembered her feelings when she wrote hers. they are so linked together.
ReplyDeleteThank you.