I haven't been here in two weeks. It has been a busy time, the end of the semester and all that that entails, followed by visits from two of my children who live in California. But those are not the true reasons why I have stayed away. It has become painful for me to stop and visit in this cyber taverna, when where I really want so very badly to be is in Greece. I began this blog as a way of coping with the difficult circumstances of the past year and a half. I always thought that once we got through the difficult days, and then the cold bleak months of winter, we would be packing up to once again return to Greece. But it does not appear to be possible this year, and my heart is heavy at the thought of one more season without my dear friends and beloved island. I am going to continue this blog, but I will be posting more writings that are not direct links to Greece.This is a taverna, all topics of discussion are welcomed, so as I am trying to write this summer, I will be posting more of my own works in progress, musings, whatever comes to mind...
and of course I will not ever forget the music, recipes, news arts and people of Greece.
Skopelos and Virgin
-by Skorda
when first you see it
across the water,
rising round and new above the mountain.
Open your mouth and swallow
while youth holds its roundness near,
and you are running fearless in the dark.
Hold it inside, it is still warm
and you will need its light,
there, inside you.
Down the road of time, somewhere
after you’ve aged, traveled,
Explored, discovered.
And the dust around your doorway
has been pounded hard and smooth under your feet.
When you find yourself growing weary and bored,
when your eyes see only ruins,
and your heart is empty.
You may believe, in your exhaustion,
that this is truth, at last.
That the mystery has unraveled,
leaving no wilderness to explore or tame.
All secrets have been shared,
the frontier has dissolved.
Know then, with these thoughts,
you have been swallowed.
The warm belly of the beast
comforts with confining darkness
and lulls with rhythmic sounds
Murmuring to you,
Curl up and sleep,
just go to sleep.
Shake your head,
stretch your legs,
do not sleep now.
Remember what you know.
You swallowed the moon,
you hold it inside you.
Not as a magpie hoarding shiny things,
or wearing the moon for beauty
or bartering the moon for wealth.
You swallowed the moon for this moment.
When you will walk to the water’s edge,
open your mouth, release the moon
and let its light build you a pathway
across the wine dark sea.
©Skorda 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
absence
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