




Artwork: Tennessee Dixon
Keeper of souls need-not-brood a
ballet of blueberry blood.
His seedy control move very slow—
stole her flowering flow, and with her
descends into a black river flood.
King of the underworld reaper
A poem on the life-death-life series portrays deception as the exploiter who takes a part of us for our becoming. That, in some cruel way, a part of us had to die to receive something much higher. Showing the initiatory phase of the sometimes brutal lessons endured yet open the door of the psyche for wisdom and blessings to pour.
For instance, we see in the classic tale of Persephone's descent from where the seasons came. She, the Queen of heaven and earth, above and below, served both underworld (the shadowy inner-world of one's psyche) and the upper world of harmony and balance, which is paradisiacal.
Darkness, fear, negativity, and paralysis impart something more if we are willing to look closer for their hidden signs, meaning, and message. Revealing that deep down inside — you already knew. It is only the subtlety of this alchemy that causes us to miss it.
By deep listening, we can awaken to our hidden sacred, unraveling the secret light within the story of ourselves and retrieve the mystery and magic of mythical and metaphoric tales.
Let us not stay in amnesia, bypassing the veils of mystery. Let us see through to be informed by what jewels the life-death-life presents.
But what of this Black River? Stay tuned for my upcoming flash fiction where the Black River is revealed.