My soul feels tight
Like a ball of yarn
Wound around itself
Strand by strand round and round
Until no redemptive chink
Admits light or air.
Ego clamors to unravel and reveal
As if knowing alone can extricate and redeem.
Spirit takes this Jonah by the hand
And descends into the belly of the ball
To sit in her light and breathe in her air
Until the beginning strand finds me,
Wraps me round and catapults me
Into divine spaciousness.
© rita h kowats 7-16
Lest you be led astray, this poem is not about “Hot August Nights” or “The Fire Down Below.” My apologies. Regrets also to millennials onward for antiquated references. What can I say. I’m antiquated.
I settled down in bed for the duration
Of the hot sticky summer night.
The long-haired Ragdoll cat
Whom I usually love
Took this as a cue to melt
Into my body, becoming one with my hot, bare skin.
My discomfort awakened the skin-close emotion
That had surprised me earlier
And I rolled away to a more comfortable place
Now I remember yesterday,
When the telling of the story transported me
To the raw experience of utter aloneness
Where the skin of the emotion touched the skin of my soul
Awakening memories embedded in healed scar tissue.
At last the re-living wears itself out
And I leave the story behind,
Grateful for a faithful soul-sister
Who vigiled with me in the hot sticky
Dark night of my soul.
c. rita h kowats
August 14, 2015
I was inspired by Amy’s Campion’s post this morning, “The Meaning of Locks in Dreams. ” She gives a variety of interpretations to the symbol which you might find helpful: http://thedreamwell.com/2015/04/24/the-meaning-of-locks-in-a-dream/
Photo Credit: Deborah Koff-Chapin has created a technique she calls “touch drawing.” She calls them “SOULCARDS.” They come in two decks of 60 images and can be used alone or with others as reflection tools. They have enriched my meditation for years and have helped those I companion with. You can learn more at Deborah’s webpage www.soulcards.com
Photo Credit Sunrise Overlay: Linda Roddis