Thursday, July 13, 2006
Poems: "Tibetan Chants" and "This Power which Possesses"
Tibetan Chants
More sound than meaning.
More meaning
than we can say.
Receive us into
these harbors
of resonance.
Carry us into
the deep cellars
of ourselves,
the old sea caverns where
our spirits echo
back and forth
across the walls
of recognition.
Let us know all
the beginnings,
the primal roar,
the first incoming wave
which became
the shape of
who we are.
This Power Which Possesses
Like a blade of fire traveling across
a frozen lake,
splintering the ice
as it goes.
Like wind as hurricane
stripping the trees,
giving each its blessing
in its wake.
Summer rain washing against
our soul’s ear,
love stroke,
kiss.
Dorothy Walters
July 12, 2006
More sound than meaning.
More meaning
than we can say.
Receive us into
these harbors
of resonance.
Carry us into
the deep cellars
of ourselves,
the old sea caverns where
our spirits echo
back and forth
across the walls
of recognition.
Let us know all
the beginnings,
the primal roar,
the first incoming wave
which became
the shape of
who we are.
This Power Which Possesses
Like a blade of fire traveling across
a frozen lake,
splintering the ice
as it goes.
Like wind as hurricane
stripping the trees,
giving each its blessing
in its wake.
Summer rain washing against
our soul’s ear,
love stroke,
kiss.
Dorothy Walters
July 12, 2006
