The Song of the Force Creative

She says,
"I’ve something to show you"
 
She touches my wrist
As if to steady me
Or perhaps validate my solidity
My body knows
So I sit with her
But not too close
 
The black bag
The one the bartenders
Know to tuck away and baby-sit
Is curled up
Sleeping at her feet tonight
She bends to wake it
Takes it
To her lap and opens
 
(I watch her hair as it spills
From her shoulder, across her throat
And I ache to feel that fire-silk sweep
In delicious tangles about my cheeks)
 
Then she is smiling at me
I have no idea how long I’ve been gone
Or if she even noticed
My steadiness has evaporated
But that is not the only reason
I wish to feel her touch again
 
She says,
"It’s in here, someplace"
 
I catch almost-glimpses
As she searches
For magick in the mystery
I sense the power building
As the energies around us converge
Then combine
For energy is unafraid
It simply does what it does
Combine and harmonize
Drawing forever inward
Bursting endlessly out
Creating and containing
 
We do not know we sing
We simply do
The song is within us
Is us
The song of the force creative
 
She says,
"You remember what I told you about"
 
The club is noisy and crowded
But there is only the song
And her` and me
And we
Do not know we sing
 
I watch her face
And when she finds the treasure
Buried in the black bag
Her eyes tell me everything
 
She says,
"This is my life"
 
She holds up a tangle of chains
Charms and tokens
At its center is a tiny, perfect crystal
This is what she wanted me to see
So I reach for the chains
 
She says,
"There’s a pin in here someplace …
I don’t want you to stick yourself …"
 
She doesn’t want to let it go
So I pull her hands closer to me
And while I admire the stone
She tells me the history
Of things hidden in the chains
 
She says,
"My mother gave me this
When I became a manicurist …"
 
She shows me a small stylized hand
Golden fingers long and slender
Tiny nails perfect
 
"… and the cornucopia is from my son,
I remember wearing it on a piece of string
It was so important to him that I wear it …"
 
I look from the tangles in her hand
To the tangles in her eyes
 
She says,
"This is my life"
 
She smiles and offers a little shrug
 
Stoned with that image
I smile and say,
"This is the knot of your life, Babe"
 
Her path seems clear to me
 
I say,
"Maybe its time to untangle those chains
Lay them out straight, release the confusion
Love each strand
Every charm on its own terms
Not in relation to its entanglements"
 
Her look tells me she thinks
I don’t understand
And in that moment
Insight suspends me miles above the planet
My stomach free-falls down and away
I see the sun’s light impacting
The very fringes of our atmosphere
Energies, converging and combining
I see a faint blue glow
Photon and molecule, harmonizing
The lesson in the vision comes:
 
There are at least as many ways
to cherish happiness
as there are of building monuments to pain
 
Then my body is screaming planetward
And I am a blue-white streak across ebony sky
 
I say,
"Then again, a knot may be a good thing …"
 
Days later we are talking
 
She says,
"You know, I untangled the knot …
You remember. The chains.
Well, it was a single chain.
I had forgotten putting everything
On that one, long chain …"
 
Her words make me shiver
The hairs on my arms stand
And I hear the singing Universe
Hear the voice
That falls only on the willing ear
 
I have heard it said
That the Magick has gone away
I no longer believe that today
I listen for the singers of the force creative
Though I do not know why we sing
Only that we do
We do
Blessed Be
 
for claudia
11/25/1997
camino real