Firefox
fire and passion
with an invisibility cloak
able and skillful
disappears in the smoke
Saint Brigid of Ireland
trained one to be
a companion to others
and then was set free
gagi 10/10/22
Metaphoric Dream
Metaphoric Dream
waking up to the quiet
rested and still
feeling, allowing the senses
to join me until
there arrives a remembrance
a very short dream
such a metaphor for life
and where i have been
there had been a warning
of grassfires moving rapidly
the wind was fanning
the flames and the heat
i lay helpless on my back
don’t know why i could not move
when on the horizon
i saw billows of smoke
and then they came
animals fleeing in panic
they were the predators
those who liked to attack
some would stop and sniff
tempted by my helplessness
but their own fear
carried them on
then there were others
i could feel their intention
a high pitched scream
drove them away
it was not a scream from fright
it was a communication
i was not there for them
but to experience life
and as they continued
to flee the flames
they no longer came near me
they turned away
and then i noticed
the flames still chased them
and i was safe
just where i lay
the dream did not wake me
but lingered to express
when we feel we’re being attacked
that doesn’t have to be real
it is those who attack
who are driven by fear
and by being still
they will try then disappear
they will always be chased
by the fire of suppositions
let us remain the calm
and not fight in opposition
and then i remembered
the very last scene
a black wolf stood majestically
as if protecting us from attack
able to guide the aggressors
away from his pack
gagi 09/29/22
A Metaphor on Fear
A Metaphor on Fear
can we overcome fear?
from day-to-day living
it may be seldom experienced
and then
reappear
driving into town
late at night
there was a man standing on the meridian
next to my car stopped at a traffic light
he slowly walked closer to me
and something about him or me
came on as a strong fear
he wasn’t carrying anything
just a drink in one hand
i wanted to make sure my doors were locked
but knew they did so automatically
i felt frozen
and then our eyes locked
oh what his eyes revealed
a suffering, a need
a not wanting to ask
but a pleading look
and why could i not respond
in that instant there was a bond
and a sadness
on both parts
he could see the fear
and moved on
to a car that had pulled up behind me
and then the light changed
and i moved on
quite shaken by the experience
what was the sense that brought on my fear?
in the daylight i had often given food or cash
wanting to share with someone in need
did he look threatening, angry, unstable?
no, just vulnerable
how is it we communicate in an unspoken way?
what are our innate senses that guide us?
what is the loss when we don’t ask the questions?
what could i have done?
so it is now i ask “are you okay?”
and then go on to seek help and pray
pray for his safety, pray for his health
and pray for forgiveness
and the next day
it was all clear as day
a metaphor for the fear in our world
what screen and media exposure and past life events
stir within us and are held as cellular memory
and then
with a lack of communication
we act
we react
on a pre-cognitive emotion
without seeking understanding
gagi 08/02/22