Under the waves
under the cloak
felt and rarely seen
a wordless language emerges,
tasteable, not speakable.
Alight with inspiration
muses ignite the air.
Dervishes dance, seeds burst into blossom.
Selkies’ song, siren song
behind, over, around,
another way calls.
The prayer wheel spins, letters blur,
and the unseen whispers secrets.
My cells understand, but cannot speak it back to me.
The world of art,
home of prayer.
Seeds of creation arising and dissolving.
The ecstasy of almost touching it,
the exquisite longing to pierce the veil.
To be on the other side.
The artist dips her ladle into this cauldron, scoops out what she finds
and puts a frame around it,
so the rest of us can peer into the space
where Mystery plays hide and seek with herself.
Maureen Sandra Kane
This poem was first published on the artist's blog. Learn more about karen, and read the poem, here.
Maureen lives in Bellingham, WA with her husband and her hairless cat, Luna. She is a mental health therapist in private practice. Prior to being a therapist, she focused her work on literacy, health care access, aging, homeless youth, and disability. Maureen is a winner of the 2022 Sue C. Boynton Poetry Award, and her work has been featured in the Writing Together, Rising Together People’s Perspective Project, Red Wheelbarrow Writers’ Spring and All Anthology. Her published poetry book is called. The Phoenix Requires Ashes, Poems for the Journey.
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