Fleeing the English rain
in a powerful metal machine,
I transverse rivers, mountains, seas,
descend into snuggling, swaddling warmth,
gather myself in for a journey.
A journey first fast, splashing, jumping,
then curving, winding, swaying –
stuck rigid between two seats –
I ascend, ascend this Pelion,
home to Chiron, Wounded Healer.
Homeward I bring this part of me,
to this green, serene mountain;
peach-rose sun, red-gold full moon;
soft winds; waves lapping white stones;
torrential rain; thunder bangs.
Clangs of discomfort, uncertainty;
feeling feebly forwards; toes, hands
in contact with surrounding elements;
body, head, heart-searching out
nourishment, harmony, balance.
Yin yang dancing my inner feelings, needs
How long I’ve needed to arrive here
to this place of guiding, learning;
safe, secure, held in its embrace,
rising and falling with the breath,
with the sleeping, the waking, the being.
Nikki Bennett, 27thAugust 2018,
Alexandros, Kalikalos