Some original poems by Elicia Faul
I am huddled in waiting- Coiled to the core - I will lie in wonder till the day - I will relax knowing providence.
Warm, allowing, gentle rocking- Random melodies soothing- Then swiftly with the weight of our collective desires- Down, down through the doorway.
To say hello is to change forever- every cell not the same- wonder confusion fatigue routine- Meeting you baby, child, traveler.
I have known you a very long time already- How interesting it will be to see you- Coiled in this body too.
Wrong, I say
This See-saw sped up to
a simple dance
The weakness, a joy
The longing, a laugh
be like a bandaid
I can't see this wound
a little longer
Be Broken - Be pieces of glass on a sea- Tossing, churning- Coming on a familiar shore- Will there be rest or still more?
Still more- and I float- back into the heaving and groaning- waves of our longing- I'm at your mercy- Be merciful
Be wretched- Cratered- and still shine- Like the moon reflects the sun- no matter what battered her all these many rounds.
Be whole- Full of compassion- that blesses the broken- blends it with Bliss- and bleeds it onto the other shore- The shore I couldn't see before I broke.
There's a Place Between Wrong and Right
There's a place between wrong and right where a bird is perched on the Tree that is Life.
She sings to remember, as the tree sways, as the leaves rustle.
Her own little body a forgetting. Her own little song a coming home
Where is my Beloved now?
I am drunk on the sound of my own voice
Here where there can be no visitors.
If you see me, you see yourself
If you do not see me, you see only wrong or right.
I woke up to the sound of the train
Ten times 100 times
It called me back
Till 10,000 memories cleared
Butterflies flittering into sky
And in the expanse left behind
except a whistle
"I see you are awake" she said
"I see you are a train." I say
The sound of Love missed
10 times, 100 times
and not once more.
I am just a little mother
There is the Great Mother
Whatever you call her
However you make virgin
She wallows in the puss and shit
She sees you
Tiny bird body lying on sidewalk
I'm just a little mother
I cry over little things
Great tears into all the holy rivers
Wash us of our stupidity
Crawling as a corpse into this cave of compassion
wrap me as a womb
Till I'm strong enough to breathe and cry red tears
You don't hesitate to stop life that only lead to death
You take death in your arms like a lover and bring him back to life
Oh great Mother be merciful
Be like rainfall, sunlight
Let the seed break through the rot
Rage lift us up from the dark and despair
You holy black night
Birth a star so bright
with one aching heart
a birthing cry of humanity
A first breath
No longer hiding
no longer numb
no longer lost
no longer nameless
I honor you great mother
Cradled under the full moon
I am such a little mother in your arms
Tears prick the back of my eyes
Little pinpoints of rage
A soft breeze of knowing calm evaporates the chaos
Back to bliss
Back to this inner that has no outer
Back from where
The battle of sane versus insane
The dance of duality
I could use my power to bend you
But you would bow to me as your savior or temptress
Or curl into a mess at the loss of your comfort
And this is all me
This is all my dream
That is your dream
I can do this
It is not forever
I have seen forever
It has scarred the back of my eyes and I can never see you the same again
(c) 2023 Elicia Faul