Stress Overload
The symbols shown and shorn.
The poem written as required.
Scorpio’s sun and moon almost in eclipse,
a gentle sign that I am born
yet bear my seed in another realm.
What joy to share the reflection with human born.
It turns to pain, too transcended,
Back to earth in pregnant hope.
I have my quest, now veiled.
The universe, the eternal womb
I nurture, love, and wonder what will be.
Will my earthly form suffice to open hearts,,
or are they, alas, closed to me?
Keep your journey to yourself.
A glimpse is all they need.
But your are driven! Now get to work,
beginning to understand.
The space to be.
The fire of shared motivation
watered to flow with nature’s plan.
Im back to seed.
Renewed, with help, We can . . .
(1983)
