copyright 2014, Martha Fawcett
Who am I?
I am you looking back at me.
We-loo, we-loo yu-a.
Who are you?
You are me
looking back at you.
We-loo, we-loo, yu-a
Who are we?
We are a mirror.
We-loo, we-loo, yu-a
Who is the mirror?
The mirror is illusion.
We-loo, we-loo, yu-a.
Who is the illusion?
The illusion is nothing.
We-loo, we-loo, yu-a.
copyright © 2013 Martha Fawcett
I did not seek out Winged Victory,
she reached out and took me in me.
Waiting for me in that stone room
at the top of the stairs,
her envoy and I became one.
Only after that December night did she reveal her true glory.
I saw her as needles of light, peeking out between two sharp mountain-peaks.
In one hand she held a green-speckled apple and in the other a radiant star.
Mornings, she would drop yellow sunlight upon my tabletops.
Afternoons, I held her cup of rose-infused tea.
Toward evening, I’d glimpse her skirting the kitchen floor with a breadcrumb in her mouth (food for the hive).
One apocalyptic midnight, she draped along a dank gutter
showing me that she was pregnant in those who turned away.
For years, she flirted with me behind this self-embroidered veil
Flowing and ebbing into the quiet sanctuaries of my mind.
Now, through nights as thick and dark as heartwood
I see her cushioned upon an ocean of her own tears.
Ancient hair, like wisdom, is a steady flame around her face.
Last night, I saw her clearly again when her doves flushed and scattered.
White wings opened as she rose from her pedestal and took flight around the world in humble prayer.
copyright © 2013 Martha Fawcett
It would seem clear that the Soul’s evolution is principally based upon the progressive elimination of all separating desires. As these separating desires are eliminated, the desire to return to the Source becomes stronger and more dominant in our consciousness…. As we evolve over countless centuries we begin to exhaust or eliminate these separating desires. As we do so, the desire to know that which created us becomes stronger. One day it is the only desire left in us.
From, PLUTO: The Evolutionary Journey of the Soul: Volume I, by Jeff Wolf Green
No man is an island
Entire of itself
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
Find out how these two principles work in One: Book III of The Janaforma Trilogy
copyright © 2014 Martha Fawcett
“Well!’ thought Alice to herself, after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home!”
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
Coral reefs slumber beneath the seas
like the profiles of long, elegant women.
Hidden there, the scattered shells
of siren’s voices still remember Her name.
Once, severed from Her by the steely blades of titans,
reason wore her shells ‘round their ears like two rigid teacups,
while tossing Her pearls back into the sea.
Awake Great Mother!
Open your sea-indigo eye to me
An inspirit my life with your eye for beauty.
Rise ancient sirens!
Sing Her songs
And She will echo “I love you” through russling leaves.
Let’s celebrate Her like lovers,
like children, dancing on Her beaches
with Her infinite sand between our toes.
Oh Mother One
of understanding,
tear off my rags of denial
so I may run naked into your sea.
Teach me the salt of You.
The murmuring Om:
the silent mystery behind Her sings—
Love’s meaning is hidden within you.
Martha Fawcett (copryright 2012)
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
Am I a rock, an island afloat in a vast universe of indifference or “part of the main” and “piece of the continent?” The Janaforma crew of the starship, La Ventana, face this question in One, the final book of the Janaforma Trilogy.
Added, October 19, 2012, 3:54 PM
Am I a rock, an island afloat in a vast universe of indifference or “part of the main…piece of the continent?” If I direct my question outward, the question does not lead to any self-evident truth, but rather to a choice we ask ourselves. Do we choose to be one with others or are we alone? It’s my personal decision to approach life with empathy so I can’t turn around when it’s inconvenient and say, “I don’t agree with you, therefore you are my enemy.”
I reconcile this philosophy by looking inside myself to the cooperative tension between my mind and feelings. I see my fear and doubt speaking with many voices while feelings use shame to animate the endless voices of my internal judgment. When I first approached my internal noise, I barely could see my real self among the distortions thrown up by doubt, fear, shame. However, when I began dialoguing with these internal voices, gave them faces, I began to understand my real self.
Webster defines “understanding” as “the quality or condition of one who understands; comprehension.” An understanding person is someone who is sympathetic or empathetic. Understanding opens our minds and soothes our feelings with assurance; and the quirky magic involved in understanding is that when we understand, understanding becomes ubiquitous throughout our being.
If we want to create authentic and lasting change in society, then we need to communicate with others from the strength of internal morality. Does this philosopical modus operandi mean that sometimes individuals are going to take advantage and we are going to open ourselves to more emotional bumps and bruises? Yes, but the bumps and bruises are tenderizering and exposes us to our own empathy and gives our human experience authentic depth.
