shifting my space

in days of my blindness

recompensed by rare pleasure

and fueled by ever-growing lust

i went into eventful spaces

occupied by men and women

with desire

and living for delight

but in these days of illumination

rewarded by a recurrent poise

and encouraged by an evolving

hermit within

i go now into empty spaces

not occupied

by deaf and blind creatures

dumb to transmit

the sacred within

henry victor     09.06.2003

generosity

she was very generous
giving her all to me for three
and a half decades like the land
my mother had to sustain us

she sneaked the same to others
as well before i woke from sleep
like sharing a stimulating coffee
in cups that i sipped from

someone else fairer is
the lucky unlucky one
enjoying her all with her
old habit of extending grace

04.08.2012 

same rhythm: let go

except the fools and the stubborn
know the rhythm of life is same
in north, south, east and west
and all sing sacred songs, saying

prayers looking up, or deep within
to that beyond, beyond the ordinary
consciousness, while blessing those around
and performing with folks ceremonies, rituals

religious in essence, ever struggling
to follow instructions as the earth woman
the spouse of the morning star,(1) struggled
before breaking command to feel

loneliness while man was out
hunting, gathering food
to return home to feed
family, evolved from a simple promise

broken by a longing for someone
not the spouse, by letting in the flood
of lust, the beginning of loneliness;
in sky country too they let go the woman

(1) The story is told among the Blood Kainai people of Southern Alberta about a girl who married the morning star. She went to live there with the spouse and the day she failed to obey the instructions of the husband, she became lonely and eventually returned to her people on the earth. Cf. The Girl Who Married the Morning Star, by Mary Hays and Louis Soop, World on a Maple Leaf: A Treasury of Candian Multicultural Folk Tales, Edmonton: United Cultures of Canada Association, nd. Pp. 45f.