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ARICAHILTON
BRING IN THE FRUIT (EPUISSE) I have seen the innermost valleys of Falcons confined to darkness of Fate which cuts the thread of life signaling "It's time to bring in the fruit" in that treacherous Tower of Hunger. Like water taking the shape of its captor My eyes tasted a grief so profound there was no outlet for tears or fears. I have seen those who journeyed past repentance swaying on a cliff of regret or inspiration. Which is it, I ask you? A step up? or back down into the refuse covered selfishness of domination? Is it easier to climb a holy rock or chase a holy grail? Is it easier to be grateful for the fall? Or to writhe in misery because the climb is too difficult if one can only crawl? Fatigue crawls down the river. Ambition kneels in surrender to forces of dubious motives. The sky reveals itself inane, illusion. Are you repentant, Spent in lost directions? Say farewell to damage! Leave it on that runway of forgotten cities where time left imprints on seedless sands. Who will remember? Or will they Because their defeat May be yours? Stand naked before ruin Your body covered in welts too buried in confusion. When all the doors are closed Does God open a window? And what lies on the other side? Is it a valley of green terraces flowing into a stream of Reason or Truth? You step into a river. Rocks surrender their edge into your feet. Crimson ribbons wrap realization about your ankles. Marred, branded, Branded with indignity, Your breath trickles in whispers, taciturn tears In the shape of a note, staccato, forlorn, a denouement of battle, lost to the forces of darkness. Can you hear the music of regret wading down the ravine of addiction to ego to greed? Can you surrender to stillness? To light? To sound? Reach for higher ground? Return passion to compassion? Be a rose in remorse? There is a way to swim out of the ninth circle of hell, I tell you. There is a way. Go back.... go back to the river a second time…. all the way back. And reach... Reach into the womb of healing waters, and sleep….sleep… Until a pulse returns… And a cry announces life. ©Arica Hilton 2013 |
TURKISH Translation MEYVE İKRAM ZAMANI (EPUISSE) En derinlerdeki vadileri gördüm karanlıklara mahkum şahinleri hayat bağını koparmış kaderi “Meyve ikram zamanı” diye sinyal veren o hain Açlık Kulesinde. Su esir alanın şeklini aldığı gibi Gözlerim öylesine derin bir kederi tattı ki Ne göz yaşları ne de korku için kaçıs yoktu. Tövbe yollarından geçerek Pişmanlığın, ilhamın uçurumunda sallananları gördüm. Hangisi, sana sorarım? Bir adım ileri? yoksa tahakkümün çamur kaplı bencilliğine doğru bir adım geri? ......... |
