Desert Rain
I’m in country-music country this week, and here is one of the verses – he’s talking about his woman, and her changes of mood –
Just like springtime in Alberta
Sunny days, endless skies of blue
Then without a warning
A winter storm comes ragin’ through
That’s me today. The storm has come rolling through and I am in tears all day.
Will someone please remind me why this work is important? What it has to do with making any one’s life, even mine, more – something?
Thankfully, I call my girlfriend, my colleague, my sister whore. She’s even more of one than I am, meaning she worked for years as a ‘regular’ whore and now uses her experience to – what – enlighten? Teach? Heal? Love?
‘Embodiment is not a luxury’ she says. She reminds me about ‘inner authority’. Inner authority comes from the body, she reminds me, and being disconnected from our bodies is what has created the messes we make with the planet and the crises in the world. Yes, there are those crises, and this is my part to play. It’s not about sex, she reminds me, it’s about embodiment and inner authority.
Thank god.
Whore VII
“Look into my eyes,” she said.
I looked into her right eye, and then
Into her left.
I looked into both at once and I saw
Her third eye.
And then her eyes began to multiply
And rotate.
I looked into her left eye again and saw
A spinning pool the color of forest,
The color of the deep woods on a sunny day,
The color of sunlight filtered through
Four hundred feet of green.
The pool was brown and gold,
It was green and hazel,
And it begged me in, and I was drawn in,
Little by little,
Until the breath I inspired was her breath,
And the pool I bathed in was her soul,
And she gave me new Life.