These are some of my poems for a trip I took to Bolivia in 2013…
It was the first time being back in Bolivia since 2003, so was like a homecoming. In 2013, I had just left the spiritual yogic community I taught meditation with, feeling a pull to be more integrated, listening to my internal guidance and not so defined by organized spirituality.
It was a time where nothing felt stable and maybe because of this, there was a quality of life that felt more in tune with the mysterious. Even though I had been away from Bolivia for ten years, returning felt like coming home, on a soul level. The first poem is written about my friend Dorian, who was my host brother. The second poem is about Isla del Sol on Lake Titicaca, a place with ancient, healing energy.
From a Beloved Friend
by Emilie Walker
Bubbles of life playfully call to be remembered as
Faces emerge from memory
Gentle and awake
Brave, friendly, curious, alone
All these images wake up now
Dancing together on this ocean floor
In a comingling of time and space
A delicious remembrance of highs and lows, greens turning brown, pinks
held by the graceful embrace of gold, red reflecting orange while
blues melt into the sweetest of lavender skies
And then he pulls me to now.
Life is about love he says
He looks into my eyes
Drags on a cigarrette
And spills forth
God consciousness, unnassuming and worn down by life, something else
takes over now
Those tattooed arms wrap around
These small shoulders
A juggler turned healer
He turns to me now and with his gypsy soul whispers:
find some way
To express this love
In everything you do
And you'll see life is love
Thats all there is
I've found my way
Are part of me
Now my dear,
Te toca a ti...
It's your turn.
Isla del Sol
You've been here before
whisper the stars
The apus smile...
The water silently agrees.
And I nod, yes, yes...
I imagine that is so.
Ancient stories filter
Circles upon circles of happenings
come and go...
Dissolving into the silent morning.
I keep walking
From this space the sun rises.
It's arms full and welcoming,
saying with a deep, clear voice:
"Come home, my dear, come home."
I sink and watch,
with eyes closed, breath held, heart beating,
As the space inside lights up...
enveloped by the sun.
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