Frosty Lace Curtain Unveils the Fathoms of the Sea
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Frosty lace curtain mists my view on a rainy window pane. I. Rain tapping on the door to my Soul Rain and I intermingle at the windowpane, and in my own pain I am gifted long-lost treasure. Tap Tap Tap ever so lightly You visit like an angel on my windowpane We are separated by a thin sheathe I am aware and yet unaware The teardrop sonata fuses with my state White, frosty lace curtain mists my view Entranced by the rolling of droplets Unhurriedly rippling from place to place Me across the room for a task Rain across the windowpane Yearning to meet its destination To unhinge the stone door to my Soul Inly in this agony of slowness, breathless I am reduced to a rambling pure raindrop "Open your heart" says the Guru All those years, I never asked "how?" II. Pro-found Fathoms of the Sea Cracks in the sea are like cracks in your heart, hidden until you reach the bottom. Fathoms beneath my bed Covers blanket my existence I am here more hours in a day than not I drop through a gap into a trench Beneath reality, surreal, profound Low levels of oxygen to my brain Allow me to enter an altered state Consciousness rules separate Once beyond the veil, Maya has less grip I am not in her world anymore Wordy, worldly ties fray, meaning-less I am in OM entering the sacred passage Beauty becomes my companion Here in the fathoms of the Sea Her arms embrace me, comfort me My prayers are answered III. Unveiling OM The Cosmic breath gradually reaches me. "You call me, I call you." I call upon the Cosmos for comfort A humpback whale appears In my mind, I call Ommm I am not sleeping, but I am vigilant My inner eat vibrates, OMMM Through the song of the humpack I send out my call again "om, om" Faint sounds of angelic "OM, OM" Swirl on the current, closer and closer I try to inhale its "prana" life force Humpvack dives deeper, winking at me I fall in a deeper daydream, blurred vision I can only follow its song Fused with the "OM, OM, OM" I repeat in my mind, om, om, om I feel a soft veil brush up against my face Energy changes, where am I now?
Rosalinda Ruiz Scarfuto, PhD is a native Californian, published poet, multimedia artist. She is a poet-painter and researcher investigating the 3D poetic canvas with tactile perception. Rosalinda began her artistic career with ceramics and poetry. She has lived and traveled from Japan to Spain walking the land including the Himalayas and Kenyan bush. Her first trip around the world was a 5-year sojourn completed by the age of 26. Over the years she has continued studying ceramics adding photography, Hanga, painting and jazz to her repertoire. Her prolonged stays in Asia fostered her Buddhist philosophy. Rosalinda is never far from her roots in California and is available for international workshops about the Forest Flaneur methodology she developed in her doctoral thesis. Covid-19 was devastating in 2020 for Rosalinda, so she wrote a journal to recover and passed on her wisdom to others through poetry and prose finding a new style of writing.
