Guest post – Fire, Water, Earth and Air

There are four oracles who all live on a place called The Beginning of an End.
They are the Elemental All-seeing Eyes and a person could always claim they were their friend.
Ask the Eye of the Fire and it would reply: find your heart and soul, let them burn bright and aim for a goal.
Talk to Water’s Eye and it will say: feel your calm and flow, feel your wishing grow.
Remark to the All-seeing Eye of the Earth and it could tell you: search for your place of comfort and love, your place of hearing and above.
Speak to the Air of the Eye and it might comment: gather your freeness and breath, gather your energy and death.
And then, with all that in mind, you board your boat and sail away from the Beginning of an End, feeling like you have made amend.

This amazing poem is from a talented 14 yr old, Beatrice. I have read it a few times to myself aloud, and find so many depths of meaning.

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Thank you for reading this far. Now, as is more usual on this blog, a poem- I’ve been reflecting on the water element.

Each love,
each sea turtle
strolling aquatic
his end of the Earth,

each drifting sea star,

open I hold
each love
with my own
star arms,

I welcome
all the vast
ocean into
my heart

so her secrets
and my secrets
bleed into
each other

and we become
the same
fluid love.

 

I Lay Down

I lay down until
I was mostly lichen,
a bare branch,
the bark decayed.

I lay still longer
and I became dirt,
a mushroom digging
its roots through me.

I was bound,
unmoving

until I was
raining

pouring into
the ocean
and I became

undertow.

Drowned in the
taste of
salt,
no color or smell

until the tides changed
and I rode up
on a white horse

and I saw
golden sun
blue waves
and the green
of the shore.

Ah if I knew
this was my fate
I would not have been
afraid to die.

I was inspired by Mary Oliver’s poems- many of her poems- especially ‘Sleeping in the Forest‘. My poem is only a small telling in the face of her gorgeous writing, but I thought it was worth mentioning the inspiration.

Born to Water

Maybe we were
born to water

and with new arms
and legs,
newborn-blind,
we climbed onto
the river’s shore

maybe the land
claimed us,
reeds and grasses
bound our ankles
and gave us
names

maybe swimming
in the currents
in the deepest eddys
are strange fish
like us

maybe the water is
both calmer
and deeper
than we think

so we could not
stand if we entered
nor breathe though

maybe if we jumped now
we’d remember who we were
just at that moment
of birth

maybe then we’d swim
to the bottom
and touch home.

Singing Stones

Singing
in the water
running
through my
fingers
cool, clear
fountains
of sound

skipping
notes

these were
our people
stones in
the water
now sunk
now gone
their music
in the water.

This comes from a dream. The dream was about the original Native American culture, but I think the poem could apply to any people who have passed.

Water and Stone

Water on a rock
mountain I fell
into you splashed
fragmented
spilled into
you until I
disappeared.

You are unchanged.

I streamed
a thousand tears
spilt into salt ocean.

Your name in the sun.

Mine a memory
dolphins sing
and oysters hold
– a pearl in a
deep water dream.

Water Music

There’s a lake not far from here
Where you can toss thoughts like pebbles
and watch the ripples take them
to the fish, who will keep them secret.

The stone between the big tree and
the smaller ash is a good place to perch.
If you’re lucky a robin will hop near.
A frog may jump in.

Listen for the chirping of a cricket
the quiet whisper of a grasshopper
the beat of dragonfly wings
and your own heart telling time.

I can tell you how many times
I have gone there and
the clock knows
how many more.

You go, take this pen and paper.
I will place my hands on your
sturdy shoulders and point your feet.
When you get to the cospe of spruce
go left.

Throw your name in the water
and listen for the grasshopper.