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From Zephania (Sav) Boro Beatrice
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 A little about me.
I live right in the middle of Toronto,
where people do their business with a parallel, constant dead line.
Sometime I get caught, in rushed dead line, and if I escape to my own
work, I start writing magical flashes and by the time I run out of money,
which doesn't take very long, I find myself writing to a complete different
energy. It comes in flashes, which stay enough of the time.
I feel like a sheepherder, in a way that I can't panic my words. Then there
is time. If I panic them they will run in all directions, and what's left
is running, hunting and help, until everything calms down again. I look for
feelings that come in a flash, guided to a new path, forgotten but real.
My feelings are steppingstones to those in bad energy
to walk across to good feeling. First is the journey of the mind,
for it to be true.
I always wanted to write about animal feelings, but I don't think
animals are the problem. They do what they do, when they do.
In our heads, it's full of what we will do, rather than as we do.
I find that money is viewed like green pastures. The more green pasture
you have, the more the happiness will find you. If you have no pasture,
then all that brings happiness disappears. I have experienced this.
People lose friends, too, families, and even true soul mates.
I have experienced beautiful things that exist in life since I was a kid,
which most people won't believe, or think I am imagining.
My grandmother once told me of spirits walking through the forest.
By then, she was already a born-again Christian. And she was happy
in saying that it was good she couldn't believe in them any more.
To me it feels like people have turned their backs, pretending that
spirits don't exist. The sacred trees are giants beyond man. There are things
to make them not be. The same is happening to animals
at the other end of the world.
This poem is from my book "Life" (1997). It's a hundred pages, three chapters of flowing poems.
It was God
I was trying to see
the source of the light
that makes me see everything.
Never can I turn enough
ever to see it.
So I thought
it was God.
At once God stood in my view,
but I could not make in shape
or form but see.
I tried to imagine what I saw,
and God was the voice:
"I can be anything you think,
or make of me,
so I never get lost from sight."
These poems are from a book I started three years ago called "Treadmill."
To be a Reality
My mind goes back
through days and nights,
all layered on top of one another,
that all the time become
the one moment of my being.
I see this world
from all angles at the same time,
and through it age.
I see it growing towards its next
destination.
I see through its flowing growth.
Many times it has been all white,
that I can see it from
the far side of space to its relationship.
Many times it has been all black,
that I can't see it from the sun.
I see many kinds of forms come to exist
and then they are gone.
I see many variations of colours come to exist.
Then they are gone.
I see when a man was having a long life,
with no tools to shorten his excitement.
I look to now, and see new forms coming
to be a reality,
taking away what is existing now,
to be a question of what was there before.
Endless Journey
I watch everything becoming big,
when I know from looking at myself
how everything is supposed to be.
I take the journey of smallness.
I go small and small,
past the smallness of my first breath,
past the moment of being conceived.
My soul remains the same size
and my knowledge keeps feeding
and growing big.
There is big existence
and small existence
at every stage of size.
In every moment of my journey
there is vast space,
which can take a full lifetime to travel
if I don't wander aimlessly.
I continue becoming smaller.
First I look like a giant to what makes the blood,
but I go past the size of all blood
until everything becomes space of other worlds.
Here I was born, too.
My journey back has no end
and is also the center of my knowledge.
I come back to where my size
is everyone's center,
a mirror image of my traveling vessel.
From here, I look outwards,
a journey toward the farthest distance
from my physical body.
I travel far past the bodies of planets and suns,
passing many galaxies towards their outer face
that seem to light up all surfaces of planets.
In this space,
Far away from the body,
I look back to see that all the galaxies
have become like sand.
I put more distance from them
and a form takes shape.
I see another life.
Here, too, I will be born again.
My journey back is of life,
now that I know how small I am.
The skin shape of living is endless.
The journey of growth is endless.
This poem is from a book I wrote last year, "Ride of Infinityness."
For the Bees
I wish we were like bees.
We would all work
and travel together.
I wish we were all like cuckoo foster mothers.
Although the sin is done,
we forgive and bring up one another's children.
I wish we were all like elephants,
the giants of land
that never stumble on the small natured.
I wish we were all like lions.
They had power before weapons
and never near wiped out the food chain.
I wish we all thought of each day
better than yesterday
and nothing were done to spoil tomorrow. |
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Date Submitted:
2001-07-27 00:00:00 |
Copyright Information:
Copyright © Zephania Boro Beatrice, 2001 |
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