In the Beginning: The First Phases of Love. {poetry}
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The day I fell in love, a greater force guided me from above.
This day did penetrate my being,
unpredictable just like a bee sting, deep into my vein.
Take a moment, I will explain:
It was late in the afternoon, I had decided to walk a path on which I had never been.
I placed one foot on the road, stood straight with shoulders stretching up towards the sky — just me, the trees, a road and the horizon,.
I released a little sigh.
I peeled open my eyelids and saw what I can only describe as a road that looked like
a giant brown serpent which hailed from an ancient tribe.
The fading footsteps from the past were imprinted on the path, and shadows from the tall bark beasts did cast an eerie darkness on the forest street.
My human paws began to move as they soared over nature’s floor.
The winding road was worn.
I followed the path, placing my feet in people’s past phantom steps which had been penciled in the pavement, preserved and kept.
Tall majestic trees hugged the roadside, occasionally their roots spilled over and intertwined.
The road, the trees, the roaring sounds of silence and me.
I began to balance out my walking weight, confidence carried me with a hopeful state.
A shiver suddenly soared up my spine as the sun lowered in the sky. Night was closing in on I.
Bowing down, the sun was moving aside to allow the moon to rise.
Rays of golden light slightly trickled through the branches above and cast a glow
on my road to love.
The trees became my family as they continued alongside me.
They filled my being with a sense of safety.
My body moving swiftly down the path, being pulled by the wind as the noisy forest softened.
My mind was lost in mindful meditation as I meandered with grace and patience.
A synergy took hold of my energy, and subsequently threw me off the path and into the depths of the beaming trees.
I turned and twisted as my tight torso danced among the brave bark-beasts.
“Intuition, guide me,” I whispered quietly.
Fear of the forest fell over me as I suddenly found it difficult to see.
“Turn back,” a voice inside my head said,
“Danger! Don’t go off the path — your path.”
I was blindsided in a moment of weakness, “Where were you, my princess?”
“I was losing sight of the beauty,” the fear inside me said,
“Save yourself, leave now. This is not worth what could come from the depths of the forest. The danger awaits, pain could proceed from this wonder.”
A light wind shook me out of this meditative state as I turned to return to the path,
Until the inner child spoke gently, trying to convince me to stay within the trees.
“Wait, where are you going? Be still and stand for a while. Breathe in this beauty.
Meditative state, penetrate me, help me navigate so I can pursue the perfect mate.”
I overthrew my doubtful demon and delved deeper into the unfamiliar.
A clearing in the distance, I felt compelled to witness what was beyond the treescape. Was she there, my soul mate?
I ran. I ran so fast my legs felt as though fire had shot from the earth’s core and wrapped around me like a pungent vapor.
Through the clearing I fell hard onto the open field of grass.
“Thank god you’re here,” I said aloud as she appeared.
The dream.
The wish.
The want
Boom, boom, boom — I felt my heart beat like a bongo drum.
She stood, strong at the base, light illuminated her face.
Full of life, with earthly hips, and strong body full of pride.
The Universe did provide
A mountain that, for many years, had held a space for my tribe.
I give thanks to my guide.
A vision of the lives we lived flashed internally deep within, and I saw us.
We had met before this moment, many lives ago.
I was a humble warrior back then, and she my devoted home.
I danced with her, I helped make her flourish through my tribal ways, I called forth the waters from the skies, to replenish her when she had drought cries.
A warrior from the ancient land, my kindred spirit here she stands.
A calming state dripped over me as if the bees had poured all their honey perfectly over my head, chest and tummy.
“Honey,” I melted, knees to earth, and pressed my forehead hard against her base.
I had found my saving grace.
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Australia-based writer Ella Noah Bancroft is a word-weaver, traveler, lover, poet, mentor, director and daydreamer. She has a passionate voice for women’s empowerment, environmental issues, indigenous affairs, spiritual ideals and gay rights. Her work reflects her own path of discovery, and she hopes to empower people to live their truth and be authentic to their souls. You could contact Ella via her website.
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