Fools in a Field

The roots and stems reach and sing towards the sun

I look behind me waiting for your voice

the tall flowing reeds whisper sweet nothings

I look behind  because I cannot look ahead

the wind caresses my red dress like an old dream

I turn with my body, but my shredded heart
 knows the truth 

the sky laughs at my foolish steps

my eyes gaze out yearning for your silhouette

for there is no regret

only the elements witness my torment

they are my solace

I come here for the sky,
 the roots,
the stems,
the reeds,
 and the wind

feel you

wandering these lonely realms
tempted to return to us again.

Kori 2011

Shapeshifter's Dream

Art by Susan Boulet

Shapeshifter drifts in a sunless sea.
Spirits merge from hidden chasms

Let the gateway to other worlds open
Enchantment is the emperor

  No understanding,
   No reason,
   No measure could withstand
      the pulse
of the shapeshifter's dream. 

Kori 1997

Divine Hunter

wizards.com

When did I become a hunter?

When did I become hungry for a
a flame?


My bow and arrow are tired and
seek in vain.


the quest calls as if all time and space conspires against me.
God's breath breaks my desire into shattered
particles of empty space...

When did I become hungry for waves?
emotion rises and falls
to live here in flesh and bone
is heavy endeavor...


My lance is dull with splinters of despair
as I gallop into the forest
a sea of illusion
assails  
I lift my shield
of will and
my soul advances for in
 a world of opposites
a wicked battle reigns
and a blissful ache lingers.


when will the light sink into me?


Roots of belief weave around my inner columns
they stand high and proud
yet lonely in their solitude.

I am a hunter
hungry for an answer
a divine soft whisper of truth but
only a shadow of love escapes into the field of dreams...


The prey is a vibration of light
a state of being
alludes
my arrow soars into the mystery
and pierces the heart
of existence but no blood is shed
only a wicked divine desire hunting for more.


Kori 2011

Earth

http://earthobservatory.nasa.gov/images/imagerecords/0/885/modis_wonderglobe_lrg.jpg

http://www.bbc.co.uk/humanplanet/gallery/


This planet we dwell on is an engima that I think we take for granted.  I believe we are waking up about this fact.  She is a mystery.  There seems to be some special place in this galaxy where somehow this planet out of 12 or so has water and life.  It is not a simple equation.  The facts and science have not completed the story.  This little writing is dedicated to this place in which we dwell and the mystery that lives within us.  Until we wake up more let us not take her for granted anymore.  

Blue Planet

more ocean than land
more soul than mind
more sand than rock
more sky than clouds

home


third planet from a star
on the outer edge of an arm
galaxy spirals onward far from the center
expanding out into emptiness.
an enigma you are


more energy than form
more mystery than science
more giving than receiving

home


blue Gaia

Rapture's First Scar

Love implodes like an old star.
Space, being and particles of light
descend into the depths of time.


Born from a flame
a haunting pure desire
rises to consume all that you are.

The enigmatic union drowns your ego
and the rapture of the other
saves you from yourself.

A slow burn consumes
the fake and false pride
Mystery permeates,
gravity is the god between.


As the storm fades
and time begins again
the divine hunter is
betrayed,
altered,
lost,
found.

Sacred wind breathes against matter,
waves of radiant hunger break against
jagged desires.

Only a trickle of truth falls into her
Solitary spirit.
Splinters of bliss bury themselves inside
secret chasms of his soul.


Eros’ piercing arrow is marooned forever in the pulsing organ
Blood seeps into every avenue of their being
the scar of the first rapture
Is eternal.


The mind pushes, waiting for reasons
But the blissful ache sings a silent unending song


Passion crucifies
another willing zealous victim,
a torn soul resurrects
For first love never dies.


© 2009 Kori Fitch

Winter's Pulse

A cold pulse echoes through the cosmos
the slumbering light
seeks only deep shadows


My pulsing soul slows
as light flickers within
it is only a faint silhouette
of a passion- filled flame.


The heat is lost
swallowed by the vacuum
of winter rhythms


The dark season beckons me
to fall
into the abyss
as I go under
waves of surrender
ripple outward
into the endless
sea of my soul.

A pulsing dream liberates
light and death.


The Sun steals faith from the
moon,
and resurrects once more.


he tide of darkness recedes
and all obscurity shatters
on the horizon
as Earth spins pass a star.

Listen to Winter's pulse for
it is truth hunting it's prey,
you and I,
who journey so far
to become who we are.
Kori, 2010

Annihilation of Self

Appear, Appear, whatso thy shape or name,

O mountain Bull, Snake of the Hundred Heads,
Lion of the Burning Flame!
O God, Beast, Mystery Come!
                          - Bacchae, Euripides




“Amor fati” love of fate- love that fate is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art: therein the joy of it, the redeeming ecstasy….
                                   Joseph Campbell






Annihilation of Self


Please annihilate my ever unsatisfied self
External obsessions live and breathe falsely in me
I want to surrender to the Other:
the god, the lover, the art


Let mystery consume me
So that all that is left is a silent flame
That once was my soul.



Time and space has yielded woe equally
My reckless pursuit of bliss
Never returned me to a mysterious rapture


Please erase me with Union
So I no longer feel the false betrayal of illusion
Flesh and bone are heavy with the material
My soul waits for a fire
A phoenix


I am a hunter of the Other
The one who will annihilate
And burn me pure.


Kori 2010