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VARIATIONS ON THE MYTH OF ZEUS AND SEMELE: POETRY FOR THE ATOMIC AGE END OF TIME
Part One
EMERALD SEA
Once, as in a dream, Zeus came to her
Quietly slumbering on her emerald isle
Thought form wholly
Holy without form
Asleep upon her emerald isle she played in dream
Invoking out of emptiness
Some image, sub-atomic, non-particulate
Evoking echo without sound…and to her watery bed she took
mankind as her groom…Just as in a dream, Zeus came to her
He too a shadow of his glimpse of her
Appearing conscious
Yet not wholly formed
Echoing the formlessness of his perfection
Awake above the teal blue sea
He sought the body for his litany
Shakti dreaming by the emerald sea
The dream in his emerald eye…and to his sky bound heart he took
the maiden as his bride…He, taking her hand in hand
Gave her hyacinths from the sun god’s land
To weave in her sea wound hair
Just as in a dream they moved
Dancing in tidepools
Gems for their eyes
They gathered anemonies from the tidal pools…pink, purple, lemon and orange…
With anemonies for her bridal bouquet
Eels grass for her gown
She led her sky god lover down
To the church at the bottom of the sea
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…down…
They descended the spiral stair
Sunbeams flickering in their hair
Aurora Borealis from a solar flair
Sparkling in depth of ocean…pastels and crystals…pastels and cremes
pastels and crystals…pastels and dreams…Eels grass swam round her shoulders and knees
Sunbeams curved and danced in the seas
Counting a rosary of kelpWith anenomies for her bridal bouquet
Eels grass for her gown
She and her sky god lover knelt down
In the church at the bottom of the seaOne promise she asked as the wedding vow
One promise from her groom
Seeing beneath the human form
The god that was the man
She asked one promise as the vow
He promised yes before she asked
She asked him to appear before her
In his form as god…and the god of lightning struck all night
and the god of thunder spoke…And down down
At the bottom of the sea
Zeus struck her holy body down
In the womb in the bottom of the sea.
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Psalms Beyond the Speed of Light was written as a book of poetry 30 years ago to express my belief in the evolution of consciousness in this age under the threat of nuclear annihilation. This is the first poem in the book. Since the original writing the threat to life is even greater and from so many more human-created disasters.
The poem also expresses my great love for the ocean. I will write more on this soon. Thank you for reading.
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…we will evolve out of the death and destruction which we have created…
. . . . the love comes through.
I was looking around for something suitable for this beautiful effort of yours — found this:
I love your poetry!
I’m reminded of something I read recently . . was it Alan Watts? (of whom/what I admit I know little/or not enough) . . . related to one of Edger diaries. . . or a comment of yours.
We must understand our unity with nature and all things in it.
Are we all gods? . . . descended from gods . . have a little of the god within us (as the Quakers would say) . . .
Mostly reading your poem, I was reminded of my feelings/experience on a sunny day . . on a lovely (nude) beach in on the island of Paros 10 or more years ago . . I’m told it’s the spot where Aphrodite rose from the sea. The water was so wonderful, just a little foamy, bubbly, ebullient . . .I could almost imagine arising from it on a lovely shell . . .
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