WILD
THE WILD & THE INNOCENT & THE AGED
She said: I wish they could give you a needle to wake you up
I don’t think they have one I know She’s 93 Sounded like
one of those dreams where you keep trying to awaken but
cannot Once in a while you do but then fall back into the
SAME DREAM
Waking up in the same body same psyche same identity age
family city house bed Even if you vigorously protest The you
inside of you the Self + it’s casing does not budge The Gnostics
believed that we spend this life awakening to a Self put to sleep at birth
The Sufis did too
Self-remembering is big with Sufis So too is watching a flower move
toward the sun Many at 93 are looking to go to sleep But not she
Her life force is of the roaring 20’s Born in 24 Part child part nymph
part Queen Maybe wake up as Nefertiti mixing of Semites + Egyptians
not uncommon
The ancient Egyptians said: Follow your heart as long as you shall live
At death it is weighed against a feather to determine a blameless life There
is no concept of head/heart conflict as we in the West torment ourselves
with Living by the heart is like living by the sword Much blood +ruin It is
decidedly not for the faint
I imagine she will wake up as an Egyptian Queen any day now +live by the
heart in her palace on the Nile Near where Miriam placed the infant Moses
And she too like his people will be free This place she has been is no place
for an innocent No place for a child-woman No place for a Queen
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Fall 2017
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