Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Before--poem by Dorothy
Before
“Before I was named I belonged to you.”
Rilke
Wherever I was, hidden in your thigh,
a sycamore seed waiting
in earth,
a thought preparing to leap forth,
I had no name.
My body had no shape.
My eyes were not yet
opened.
Even my face was dark.
What are the features
of that which does not exist?
Nonetheless, I was yours,
an unmarked impulse,
a treasure you carried
like a charm
hung from your vest,
before you sent me
down.
Dorothy Walters
(from "The Ley Lines of the Soul, Poems of Ecstasy and Ascension)
