“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.” ~ C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
She said, He said
unable to love -
she said, tattered shredded heart
still I love, he said
sun burned blood in me -
she said, waiting through gray dusk
my eyes love, he said
cannot stop my love -
she said, moon ablaze, her eyes
soon; you’ll see, he said
she clung, winter’s mist – she breathed
he let go! she cried
waiting on dream-paths
she saw, visions in the sky
I am here, he said
This poem was inspired by the song below. I am infatuated with the song today. My ears start rebelling when I try to stop listening to it. I am not quite sure why I chose that image – it just felt fitting.
So… the song got me wondering what exactly is a white table. Of course, I saw an image of a white table and a person sitting there waiting, contemplating, ruminating, etc… Then, I thought I bet this has some sort of spiritual significance or something. (Because you can find some sort of spiritual meaning into anything.) Also, I do enjoy traipsing around on the internet looking up my random thoughts, to see if they hold any new information for me.
AND this one path did. (short version ahead)
I looked up white table, led me to Mesa Blanca, sent me to La Mesa Blanca Spiritualism, read this: The Caribbean, thought hmm…Delta Spirit? Obviously, I had to go look up Delta – I mean with my love of Greek numerals (any numerals, really) and all. I am pretty sure that we all understand what spirit is, but I still like to look up things and so I did. You never know when you have a misconception - better to test the mind than, stay oblivious. (Sometimes…)
So really all I did was entertain myself for about 15 minutes and came to the conclusion that the song makes me think of this:
“Egungun Spiritualism is form of spiritism that has strong Kongo–Bantu roots. Elements from Lucumi/Regla de Ocha are evident. This type of practice, designated by the use of chants and dancing (performed by the mediums) in a line or chain to the beat of songs, hymns and invocations that ultimately lead to a state of trance or possession by theSpirit, is seen in rural areas and in the province of Santiago.” (my emphasis added)
The song is chanty-like, the drums have me and won’t let me go, I am in a trance, the beat is wringing through my body and sending letters flying into lengthy haiku’s telling a story that may or may not have something to do with the moon crashing into the earth. Woot!
Can you tell I am allowing myself a bit of fun lately? Yes, I am allowing myself to write whatever pops into my brain and letting it flow. It feels good.