The Satir Journal
 

Volume 1 No. 1

Charge……  ! ! !

 

Just another broken-hearted woman,
Being existential,
Amongst all the others who come to Esalen
To shed their pain,
And touch joy;
I do it too,
My heart leaps up to “I Can Love”.

A dragon fly, deep blue, came by today,
To say “believe in your own magic”,
I did.
If you do, you will touch joy -
Everywhere you go.
(Not always, but often, after all,
I couldn’t be perfect and still look like I’m tragic.)

It is a Gestalt Waterfall, and this is the flash flood,
That I share with you.
If I lived among you for a while,
With each full moon,
You could watch me,
Write on these spindrift pages,
As though life depended on it…. It does.
And since we only have a cosmic second,
To ground the energy we can create,
I curl my joy around me like a lover.
O, Let this moon rock me, rock me, rock me to sleep.