Lantana – favorite flower of beloved Austin poet Patricia Fiske (1927 – 2020)
Lantana Manna
Tag Archives: Growth
Tree Rings
MARHESHA’S DREAM
MARHESHA’S DREAM
She opens a door
into a huge domed stadium filled with men
women and children, in costumes of all the ages
She knows that they are all there for her
to set up any drama at any time
to learn any lesson she needs to learn
She closes the door
and walks down the corridor
Another door to a storage closet
Inside big barrels labeled
“PLOT THICKENER”
EAST OF KUNDALINI
EAST OF KUNDALINI
Let in the love and give it when you can
See the pain and relieve it when you can
Get into religions and beyond them if you can
Follow all the Gurus and pass them if you can
Dive into each teaching for all the essence there
And strip and strip and strip until you’re bare
But keep my friends I pray a little sense of fun
For when the doings and undoings are all done
and the livings and dyings are all done
Somewhere East of Kundalini
The sun with rise _____ and _____ You will be the sun
BECOMING
BECOMING
When it comes to becoming butterflies
only one rule applies
Nothing hard may be taken
For the caterpillar packing
for beauty and flight
Nothing hard may be taken
For she must first become liquid
and only then light
Nothing hard may be taken
BIG BOYS
BIG BOYS
The deep sadness
The red anger space
The hang on tight we
Might end up in the next county passion
All hidden behind the great wall of control
That terrible land where I locked
the little boy who could cry
And if I open the door to one of these
will they come bursting out
And with what years
of build up force behind them
I know big boys don’t cry
I don’t remember why
would they die
DRAGONS
DRAGONS
Beyond the maps of the ancient world
“There, be dragons”
Beyond the ways of parents and of peers
“There, be dragons”
Beyond the days of preachers and
of teachers
“There, be dragons”
Beyond where you know or
have dared to go
“There, be dragons”
A toe tip, a step, and a stride
Heart, arm and sword,
steeled by the fiery breath
How sweet the dragon’s meat,
and the maiden’s
Another mark on another map
“Here, be dead dragons”
PICTURE TAKING
PICTURE TAKING
The simple people of the earth
do not like to have their pictures taken
They say it captures them
and takes away their souls
If you’ve been with those you love
who still can see you only as you were
And for their own good reasons
need to keep you there
While your every urge of
every breath says grow
Then you’ll know
what the simple people know
ERIK BLOMBERG
ERIK BLOMBERG
“That one might be translated into light and song”
– Erik Blomberg
And yet the fear, the fear
always the fear that we
may loose something
in the translation
CATCHING UP
CATCHING UP
Deep silences, deep forests,
and deep friends
help me to stop and to see
That while I sometimes pursue my bliss
it is always pursuing me