Intermezzo in the City of Angels

She seats in between worlds with the children of midnight, drinking wine

Because it makes her feel more poetic, she claims.

She seats in between flights, in the stillness from between thoughts,

Savoring the essence of her being.

She catches one thought by the leg and pulls it closer.

‘What if’, she says to herself, ‘What if when I’m with someone

I shape my boundaries to meet his limits?

Then I must be careful who I choose to be with,

For he will shape how I perceive the world, how I perceive my self’.

‘Stay with me some more, my love,

We'll share some laughs, we'll share some memories’ she says.

She sometimes feels to urge to gather more, afraid it won’t suffice

But she then remembers a time and place

Where it felt so easy and natural to be a woman

For the sun and the sea would show her the way.

Her journey has made her tough around the edges

But soft in her core, where fear rises with the tide like the moon.

The fear that she would not again be able

To unveil her true essence.

She has not given in to that fear, though

For she embarked on this journey no matter what

For the sake of the journey.

She realizes that she carries the sea within her, always.

Still, she wonders at times if Wise Woman

Would whisper in her ear in her time of doubt

And if she would be able to listen in spite of her old ally,

The one who can make her irresistible to any man.

Yes, perhaps that is her only question

As she buys herself a pair of old navy pants,

Definitely not very flattering to her feminine figure.

What was she thinking?!

Maybe that she could hide for a while inside those pants

Remembering to forget, instead.

She questions her instincts, for she feels nothing.

‘Is it bad’, she asks herself, ‘Shouldn’t I feel something?’

But she embraces her nothingness with nothing but grace.

For she looks in the mirror and she sees the force within her

It is there, guiding her every step, her expression, her very being

She is the art, she knows it while she dreams for a while

Of a world were every being would come to realize that they are their own art.

But she sees the beauty in the world just as it is.

She know that it is this simple:

All we have to do is just to manifest whatever it is there within

From a space of love.

There is nothing to change, nothing to fix.

Relax and breathe into whatever is.

She sees herself in this very moment, in between flights, in between worlds

And she recognizes the gate to all possibilities.

And it is not just about the plane she is about to board.

She recognizes the potential in each moment for the miraculous.

She knows that she does have a choice in each and every moment

To what she gives birth to from within her core, what she brings to the surface

What she offers the world.

Oh, but she is indeed a woman.

She plans and schemes like any woman would do.

Is he suitable? Will he let me down? Will he open himself to me?

Will I feel connected to him? Will he wait for me?

Aaah, but at the end of the day, she laughs at all her little plans and schemes.

She laughs as she feels right at home.

She allows for life to surprise her

For she has come to realize that as long as she shows herself exactly as she is

She will carry herself with grace and ease no matter what life offers.

She will become a channel of love and wisdom and divine grace

Without ever planning on it.

Oh, yes, she had read these things in all sorts of books before

But this time is different, for this time she reads them in her gut

In her womb, in her heart.

So what if she longs for her man to claim her

To ravish her wide open, to feel her and adore her to her core?

So what if she is on the verge of falling in love,

Ripe and ready as a fruit longing to be picked?

For at the end of another day, she knows

That the unshakable liaison is the one between herself and the source

And that is the only thing that is truly real.

It is the place where we all come from

It is life and death, it simply is.

She has shown me this and much more.

She is my beloved, my inspiration, my friend

She is the One Who Knows

She is Wild Woman, Wise Woman, Divine Woman, Skeleton Woman, Pure Woman

Sitting in between flights, in between words, in between thoughts, in between worlds.

She is also me and I am also her.