tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939256089375344247.post6226573258674891944..comments2023-04-14T02:35:09.296-07:00Comments on Suzi Crockford - Shamanic Healer, Drum and Rattle Maker : When Death Comes suzi.crockfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01705738670281282803noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939256089375344247.post-79393018798796133682014-10-29T12:43:34.239-07:002014-10-29T12:43:34.239-07:00Wow, Thank you so much for sharing this Nomi. Why...Wow, Thank you so much for sharing this Nomi. Why aren't you putting your poetry on your blog? Its beautiful and powerful and poignant. xsuzi.crockfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01705738670281282803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2939256089375344247.post-79966162599154034832014-10-28T02:23:20.731-07:002014-10-28T02:23:20.731-07:00Beautiful...the longing for darkness.
Wanted to s...Beautiful...the longing for darkness. <br />Wanted to share this: <br /><br /><br />Saint Death<br /> <br />This is how I like to picture her, <br />as they do in Mexico; Santa Muerte, <br /> <br />who, with flowers as bright as fireworks<br />against the dark folds of her dress,<br /> <br />follows behind me<br />like Eurydice, just out of sight. <br /> <br />Although her naked skull is tongue-less, <br />she speaks insistently as I walk; <br /> <br />See the shape of the air<br />in the movement of the water,<br />and the light that glows through grass.<br />See sky, the colours of its vastness. <br />Hear a bird’s wings beating,<br />feel your lips parting as you breathe.<br />See<br />before you slow<br />and I reach you.<br /> <br />I am, of course, alone – it’s just a game - <br />but now nothing else matters: <br /> <br />green blades are luminous in sunlight, <br />my tongue is wet against my lips,<br /> <br />and in the sky, <br />a buzzard,<br />its eyes earth-locked,<br /> <br />the pitiless, focused silence.<br />Nomi McLeodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05387108964616639570noreply@blogger.com