Archive for August 11th, 2010

August 11, 2010

Tear it down

by Katyslany

We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of racoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within the body.

{Jack GilbertTear It Down}

August 11, 2010

Spilling Open

by Katyslany

Let us untame ourselves.
Let us pull the pin of these things that bind us.
We don’t need to be tame.
We need to let our hair tangle, we need to let ourselves get a little messy (or a lot messy).
Venturing out into our brave unknown.
We leave behind trails of childhood, memories, first blood- dusty tales of what we would become, should become.
Now we are grown.
Women.
Not girls.
The word feels heavy in my mouth, like a gemstone under my tongue.
Let us hold hands through our fears, braving what is too big for us alone.
We need this.
We need circles of warm hands to hold, with creases that tell our histories, we need eyes wide open to understand our own; we need to light our internal flame.
We need our bodies, strong muscle and sinew, feet solid on the ground.
We need our too big hearts and our dreams that won’t even fit into our bodies anymore,
Dreams so big they push at the edges of the sky, scattering stars.
Let us hold our gaze steady, our eyes bright for beauty, not afraid to be seen, not afraid to see.
Let us listen to the songs of our mothers, The Mother, our earth.
Can we unite to break this, can we harness the lost strength of years?
Can we forget our pain to remember strength?
The answer is in the telling of our next story.
The story woven from our bodies, from our circles, from our art and words.
The story of our transformation.

August 11, 2010

OPEN LETTER to dark chaos

by Katyslany

I want to touch your heart and make it smile. I want to be the something that keeps you seeking, keeps you questioning and finding the beauty in each answer, even the unexpected ones.

I want to be a mirror to your light I want you to see what I see and let it make you weak at the knees.

I can’t be bothered with the tragedy of not trying to get to know you, because I need to see the world through eyes that are not my own and a heart that’s a different shade of Love.

I want to show you what it means to be imperfect and how incredible it is.

I want to push the edges, taking the risk of being completely cut open just to know how it feels to be raw.

There’s strength in Vulnerability, only if we believe.