In Some Other Time/Space Continuum

...it's Friday. So, honoring diverse dimensions and realities, I'm posting poetry today for those inhabitants of the Twilight Zone and the Outer Limits.

Quantam Physically,



Cindy



Poems from The Grotto

(At Taize)

Maybe this time is just for me
to sing my pain, to hear its sweetness.

I am transformed here,
and stripped bare.
My ego dies to my purpose here,
and I participate in poetry.

And when I think
of all the red inside me,
I understand, at last, that
I don’t bleed; I burn.




(In the Peace Garden)

Found: A lush, green and
sun-dappled world.
Her trees exude a perfume of
spice and loam; it’s in my hair
and I am among the growing
things here, rooted in basalt
and stretching to heaven--
dancing with the stream
and becoming water.



(In the Meditation Chapel)

Here is the bud
closed upon itself
believing that it is darkness.
In time, each petal leans toward
a white sun, peeling away the lie
exposing a buttery stamen at the
very moment of discovery.

"I am a skirt; I am a wheel and a sun
and I am a universe!" says the bloom,
splayed and spinning in exquisite realization

until another season comes to take
both the closing and the opening,
stripping every rooted creature of both
its dream and its awakening
leaving behind just a green
stem to shiver in the dirt, still
growing out of God.

--Cindy St. Onge
2005