I meet her on a street corner in Brooklyn.
Turquoise hair, smoky shadowed eyelids,
Dark smudge lipstick cigarette.
She exhales a dragon.
She says she’s dying anyway,
and living, and dying again.
It never ends, like a labyrinth dream
like a myth.
I notice the angry scars on her wrists.
“Did it hurt?” I ask, pointing.
She shrugs and flicks an ash. “Doesn’t everything?”
“What was it like on the other side?”
“Same thing—light and dark.”
Young Nyx ©Angela Bigler 2020
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Whoever said you’d stay the same is wrong.
Blood, water, flame.
Things change, like the elements—like me.
They weren’t yet cocooned, transformed, unfurled
in the fiery quest for their truth.
Now you become phoenix—
Healed and protected,
Forged into me as I am into you.
© Angela Bigler 2020
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Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.
Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.
All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.
Her gifts – who could forget them?
Did you see her gentle curves?
The way her spine supports her children?
It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.
Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?
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Dreaming takes down
The light curtain
Bathes us with visions of pregnant earth
Her life, her dreams
If we could listen in
Hear her whisper in the trees
See the color in their dreams
Those monolithic earth whale redwoods
Go see them in your heart
When you cannot feel their leaves
She meets us there
That rooted beauty
Folds our prayers
Into her soft bark
Her singing leaves
Her living roots
Us to strength
Footstep by footstep
Her graceful image
All of them
These waking walking earth dreams
© Angela Bigler 2013
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