© Art & Poems by Angela Ancalima
Kintsukuroi
Like death on the shore
and written down in history
I thought I could not
come any closer to a poets grief
But I did
not die
picked up the pieces
everything that was broken
everything that made me cry
the scars
they make me feel alive
the tears
they empty me to replenish my well
until their fulfilment
reveales
my illusions of love
I see myself
earthbound and holy
in my brokenness
I am my own reflection
And just like suns and moons
with all their hope and gloom
I am certain of my tides
I own them
rooted in pain's beautiful lines
I rise
bonded with the mornings
My heart is beating, isn't it?
There are no chains
in presence
Feral Woman
she picked up the pieces
in naked truth
bone by bone
she survived and still
calming and powerful
hair by hair
she claims
her force an ageless knowing
doors to the worlds
open
scars all over
spilling
half understood
half remembered
rising
embroidering her soul
into no expectation
outgrown all caged beauty
now giving light
she walks on
avoiding nothing
embracing retreat
for peace is not a sacrifice
but a mystery of devotion
only to be worthy
at rock bottom
birthing into the fullness
of herself
no need to be anything
expected - she decides
coming
untamed where she belongs
leaving
her service never done
Shining Thread of the River
My being is loving this world
I put my lips giving a kiss
here to the birds twittering
as the wind wafts softly among tall trees
there to the blossoming roses
exuding their suntanned fragrance
I do not seek for life's sweetness lives inside me
Am I spinning? Am I weaving? Out of the woods my way grows standing within the otherness out in the beauty inside the mystery I focus on what matters
I come from the pond of imagination which is pouring in gratitude astonished upon the deep and vast ocean of a woman's heart
For the shining thread of the river she knows helps seeding with a telling heart, a silent mind to walk the path by rising rooted in her truth unlocking the enchantment of her everyday life out of the forest and into herself being the forever source
There's always hope
Golden light
on the valley of music and dreams
Fair is the land and bright
Her heart of twilight
lingering as leaves in the wind
Stars upon hills
shining like
pale enchanted gold
chains curling
memories of flowering stars
upon white limbs
flying away to breathe the sun
Long was her hair
Her voice like silver glass
on distant shores she wanders
fair by the waters she walked
alight
within the edge of nights
The Lady of Sensual Innocence
Natural and free
utterly wise
I am
the beauty
I am
radiant
wild
like the river
between the tides
I dance
upon my imagination
innocent
fully sensual
under the panoply of the stars
I linger
awed
I am
awed
by the beguiling sound of the
tuning of the elven soul
they sing
beautiful
like the bird opens its wings
I fly
below
the reunion
like the feather that is uplifting me
I come to thee
Look at me
I am
Keeper of Wisdom
Beloved
out of the shores I come
holding you in guidance
Grace
For you are to bring our essence
into realms of grief
and sorrow
Into broken hearts
and lost souls
asking you to embrace
this burden
for their salvation
and ours
For we came
for counsel
not to sway but
bringing ancient times
weaving within their hearts
seeds of love for
the soul of nature
to be remembered
Remembrance
Within the dust of her eyes
the shimmering light
of the stars
she saw
bright glass mirrors
her sorrowless heart
trembling
she sang in the forest of doom
melting
under falling rain
by dimmed moonlight
her voice releases a sudden mist
and glazing sunlight
of silver quivering
her raiment
no longer unseen
she rises
when winter knocks
for truth
star is in her hair
flowing
she dances
through a freezing hall
the music of the harps
a coat of love
her feet hovering
strongly
whispering
softly
walking
that's her destiny
Ambrosia
Where leaves of gold grew, there I sang
where waters run foaming at the sea
swaying the wooden boat bearing the gifts of hope
beneath the panoply of stars
branching jewels made of tears
form their way through misty shadow
affecting the riverbank of the beating soul
Falling leaves
Flowing river
hidden paths towards the moon
golden
and the sun
silver
stars are all alight
Sheltered in love's vessel
I wander not lost
Held deep within my sojourning heart
Universal Soul
Starfading
under mortal light
One remains
giving birth
sparkling
following
a soul shining through
between the mantle white
golden boughs upon
A voice fair as the wind
beside the roaring sea
she calls
light into darkness
for secret passages
shining through
within the universe
dwells
eternal light
amid the moment
shining through
Love does
always
A wren's blue pearl
For there are many paths
and still
passing
we may meet
around the corner
in the shadows of a woven tree
or resting riverbank
rushing, brawling
that remain only for our eyes
waiting to come by
Whatever comes along the way
Let it pass!
Let it flow!
Like flowers reaching for the sun
the secret roads may find us
And when we pass them all along
the next day
they might just have gone
hidden
beneath the greenest grass
shimmering bright and lush
or calling
from a distant edge
Whatever comes along the way
Let it pass!
Let it flow!
The secrets of the bright blue pearl
the wren is singing fair
towards the sun, towards the moon
the stars are all awake
Home is behind
yet everywhere
You wander through the world ahead
Farewell
wherever you may dwell
Dedication of a new shrine
There is that sound in my heart
and I carry it wherever I go
There is that taste in my skin
And it waits for tears running down
Pray with diamond eyes and singing roses
I pray for bitter for sweet
I open my senses and smell emerging forgiveness
I adore the mother inside
longing to lay down in her river
of dreams
there is that sound in my heart
And it is calling
Songbird
A tune so bold
yet sweet
moves in me.
Have I been there before?
I hear
no words
I've seen it all
Or am I on the shore?
A cracking
and a sigh
floating
with the wind
Open is the score
sheltered
in your palm
a feathered friend
crying
drops of kindness
into
delivered hope
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