The soothsayer has said that her hair may be wrapped
around my wrists,
When the full moon's light is at its highest point in the sky.
It can be tied in a soft knot to lead me; to stay my outbound
motion;
To comfort me with its silky flowing succor.
While my heart disappears to transparency,
She dances among the reeds near the water.
I sit near the fire and she can see my heart through the flames,
yielding its contents.
The aorta and valves labor and I am powerless in preventing her
discoveries.
She chants three times my name and the names of my
ancestors,
And the river churns, rising up to her fingers lain flat out facing
downward.
Divining the water's inviolable meaning, her eyes relax in the
knowledge
As she turns to me, walks from the water and through the middle
of the fire.
She passes her downward-turned palms through the searing
flames
And stands before me, asking permission with her eyes to place
her hands.
Her request snakes through my mind like a tree root, impervious
to all in its path.
I had already renounced my resistance in my morning prayers.
At once she grasps my wrists, and with a fluid and
potent motion,
She lifts and spins me into the flames!
Into the middle of the fire we journey, and my fear rises.
Yet I am not scorched, and I marvel at the cooling presence surrounding
me.
It is She. And She has called forth the river diverted
into the fire with us.
Standing at the bottom of the flames, below the fire place,
She molds time to her own standards, slowing it in my eyes as
well.
And I have never known a word for this eternity.
Now she wraps her hair 'round my wrists,
Binding me to her as the fire dies and the water calms.
In these late hours her Indigo River suffuses my Being with her
Divinity.
Her life flows through me - her gift to me.
