Saturday, October 23, 2010

Fire Fly Goddess


When I read your note to her, "Firefly Goddess", my heart skipped a beat. My best friend from youth died five years ago, and the symbol of the firefly resonated really strongly with her. I found out later that the firefly symbolizes transformation, and shared that with her family. Anyway, I wanted to let you know some of the meaning it has for me too. ::Hugs:: Karen S.

This a old poem that I remastered-Karen thanks for the reminder;
Lida- I had to feed your persistence and patience.


Fire Fly Goddesses:
We call each other sister,
We assume if you are in the range of our voices you know to whom we speak.
Sister is no longer an improper noun in our presence; it has been reclaimed as transformation,
We have never spoken of the rapture but recall it clearly as metamorphosis of emotional Diaspora.

One day I heard and I was sister,
I quickly learned the register in which to respond, while learning their tones.
If you listen with deep intention, our conversations weave a warm cocoon quilt around
who we are,
what have become and
the journey itself.

We are omnipresent through this intricate sister woven web;
with the correct inflection
we can call down thunder,
Give birth to light,
calm oceans of pain and
become phoenix fire.

Sister is more than a summons it is the rhythm by which our first heart songs were strummed.

We move in the world with marrow level understanding that our individual realities are a collective point of departure,
deep breath,
battle hymn,
letting go place.

You know all these things about us and you no nothing about us;
what we have done, will do and what fates we are carving out with pain, broken toothpicks and slivers of self doubt.

We are:
The ageless harbinger:
Begging for forgiveness for the she cannot remember if she done

The dreamer:
Giving birth to ideas, while searching for answers to questions that can never be asked


The winter river:

Moving swiftly, creating resolve rather than waiting for it to come in a spring thaw

And the heart:
Cultivating hope and deliberating the possibilities in deep indigo magenta hues

We have no shame
motivation
or faith.

No one will believer from where we have come, this is where we have arrived for
We are the fly fire sisters

2 comments:

  1. photo was taken in 7.09 in Powderhorn Park- fire girl is Amy Bloss; Photographer is Quiana

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  2. That's what I'm talking about.

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