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
Thats all.
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
These children
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
through
starlight.
Circles upon
circles of happenings
come and go...
Dissolving into
the silent morning.
I keep walking
I breathe....
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...
Full, bright,
enveloped by the
sun.
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