Sylvia's Path

Sylvia's Path    (revised)

From The Edge

The Lazarus Lady wrote:

"Every decade she does this-

rings the bell and smashes the jar of her old self,

throwing it down deep.

She's been pulled back twice,

but the third time...

ah the Trinity is indeed Holy.

She fell unhindered,

no new self caught and brought back,

only the old remained,

plummeting."

I've stood on her cliffs and wondered

if there were rocks below...

or did she land in a warm sea

and does she drown there still?

Though I've walked part of her trail,

the rest I've let overgrow.

She made her way,

she chose the fall,

as I have chosen to leave the shards of her

alone

wherever they may have landed.

June 28, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

In Your Shadow revised

In Your Shadow    (revised)

He held my hand

after I came into this life

First child of his child

and did not let go

till I held his hand

as he left this life for the next

I could feel his pulse still beating in my palm

when I saw your familiar face

in the land of make believe

I took comfort there

in the story you helped tell

and in mourning that you

I mourned him too

The tale touched many

and you won the prize for your part

mentioning the long departed parent of your parent

in gratitude

Then in thirty odd day your song

with its white stone mast marked Memorial

sailed through green grass

and set foot on my shore

and in those primal grunts of old but eternal sadness

I heard the echoes of Grandfathers

calling

Now I grieve a little less

The loss is not as gone

for when I see you

I see both mine and yours

in your shadow

June 27, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Don't You Want To Go

Don't You Want To Go

I've never been to the moon but I believe I want to go

To walk in the extremes of passion and ice

To be blinded in the light and see clearly in the dark

To be tranquil in a sea of eruption's dust

To be wild in the land of different

To be at peace with the times gravity is lost

To believe the force of my life is not always grounded in understanding

To know it is the journey that makes me who I am

June 26, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

The Key To Peace

The Key To Peace

At the end of the forever between rise and set

when all that is not seen with eyes is dark

and there is no light at the end

for the tunnel has yet to be found

I want to crawl into my king of sleep

between the silks of yesterday and tomorrow

slid up beside you

slip under your arm

lay my aching mind upon your shoulder

rest my over whelmed body against you

and enter dreamtime next to you

through the beating of our hearts

in the absolute comfort for your embrace

June 26, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen

Answering The Call Of Red Dust And Sweat

Answering The Call Of Red Dust And Sweat

Humming

the sound of Life I am connected to

Beating

the drums of ancestors

Tapping

the rhythm of continuation through my cells

Howling

the primal animal within me

Dancing

on the red dust from which sustainment comes

Sweating

in ecstatic trance meditation

Bonding

with All that is, was, and will be

Changing

shedding the unneeded

Becoming

that which is at the end of desire

June 25, 2002

Tressa Lee Breen