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A New Mythology

In my soul search for the empty space left when my Dad died and my dog died six months apart in 2013, I found I was holding onto the past. A longing for what was. The truth: there is not an empty space at all. The memories of the past filled me with an enduring love and hope for the future. I took a step back to look forward. I erased an old mythology and began writing a new one.

 

And I looked to the sky

within the stars

erasing the implanted knowledge 

of an old mythology

to see the stars fresh

as dots waiting to be connected,

a connection anew.

The belt of Orion was now the top of a tea pot

pouring tea into the darkness

of the night sky.

The dots nestled in the darkness

outpouring from the tea pot

to form the face of my father.

Smiling with smiling eyes

glimmering in love and kindness.

A proud father, my proud father

resting in the stars as an elder

relishing the empire he created.

And I smiled back.

Laughter consumed me.

 

And I looked to the sky once more

within another set of stars

clean of ancient mythology.

The Pleiades, Subaru

a set of stars, birthing stars

in the shape of my Simba’s nose

faintly poking through the curtain

coming forth from the shadows;

eyes gleaming with love and kindness.

His little perky ears

strong massive teeth

no longer a source of violence,

a bright glistening of hope.

A blissful being, my blissful being.

I smiled back.

Nirvana consumes me.