Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 15:18:08 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: Re: virtuality and memory



yes the dream always was about thunder   
funny how storms built in distance return 
with a vengeance sometimes

softly now, lightening streaks across sky
blinds momentarily  transports 
to a watching 
a past night of listening to rain 
fall with a sister beside

lightening bolts bind a black sky
thunder brings paths back together 
that no one foresaw   back then:
why did those girls not fear rain?

gypsy girls running all wet
panting, soaked through the skin
stopping in silence, they grin 
shiver and grin
ear to ear

mouth to mouth, secretive breath
cold, deadly serious now
"please
don't tell mom we were out."

secret storms, secretive rage
hot silent evenings spent waiting 
for rain  waiting for heavenly signs

weird twins they were, those gypsy girls
weird sisters sly, sneaking out
weird creatures running through hail
running and running till nothing remained but 
to turn back, slip in, shower 
and curl up in bed

twin pirates exploring new roads
leaving the old ones behind 
"we're lost now!" 
"don't think so."  the other insists

lightening streaks  thunder roars 
mud coats their ankles
ahead in the distance and bright-eyed
they break, again, into a bolt


On Tue, 10 Aug 1999, Cyberdiva wrote:
> 
> it was about the thunder
> 
> about a roller coaster ride on the turnpike
> 
> yama calling
> 
> as mother earth came to her rescue
> 
> swirling through the rain
> 
>                 yama called out to her
> 
> with the thunder
> 
> "da da da"
> 
> ...
> 
> what upanishad 
> what accent
> 
> what belief
> 
> 
> 
>                 mother earth was there to give her a hug
> 
> and the puss in boots
> rescued her offspring as through the moonroof, they climbed homeward bound.
> 
> not knowing where home was
> 
> when the road was often the only home they knew
> 
> today's gypsies
> 
> homeward bound
> 
> away from home
> 
>                 today's nomads
> 
> maybe they had a home sometime in a past life
> 
> when mother earth did not have to follow them around and keep them safe
> 
> and sita did not sink into the
> 
> earth
> 
> for life goes on and the struggle continues
> 
> virtual and real
> 
> nightmares and fantasies
> 
> ....
> 
> life goes on
> 
>                 as xena and gabriel cry out in hate
>                 at 
> each other
> 
> grieve the loss of children
> 
>                 with secrets and truths
> 
> life goes on.
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> email: radhika-AT-cyberdiva.org
>