Dear Thunder
Here's my poem I wrote for the members of the recent journey- I thought I'd share it with you.
Remembering all of you with fondness, still floating on deck on
the Nile- where else to be in this life or any other?
remembering Sohaila's powerful tears of greeting,
and still feeling the greatness of the great pyramid
emanating its ancient secret message,
being nestled between the paws of the sphinx!
the sanctity of sitting with Sekhmet,
her smile at being annointed
the Dance at Karnac and Thunder's wonderful directing,
the kind and gentle waiters on the boat,
the fun dancing and the wonder of Thunder's Cher moment!
The food!
The Singing in the Temple of Dendarah- that seemed to transcend
ages, vibrating our message of peace to the stars,
the sacred ceremonies,
and the privilege of being with each of you in quiet and private
moments
as well as in the group,
the sacred shopping,
the white owls at Karnac, on the Nile, and at Luxor Temple,
Nathaniel's wonderful spirit- and his bouncing out with the spoon
during the musical spoons game.
Nathaniel's beginning to teach us about the hieroglyphs at
Dendarah and the other temples-
the depth of Abydos and sacred ceremony,
The cry of the water buffalo outside after the ceremony.
The Guard who knew Om Seti
The guard who held our hands and then protected Andrea and me
from intruders at Philae,
the one who kept saying Happy New Year!
the beauty of the scarves catching the gentle breeze in ceremony
and the pipe ceremony on the terrace.
The expressions of wonder and pleasure on the Egyptian faces as
they watched us- and later spoke with us.
The families, the friendship.
The camels and the camel riders, the donkeys braying.
THE SUFI DANCER!
He is still spinning, I know it- whirling,red, yellow, gold and
brown,
a prayer in movement.
We all slip back in now and sit with him, letting the music, the
reality beyond reality carry us along with the dance. He'll always be
there and we'll always be right there with him.
Wonderful Sohaila! driving along behind, beside and in front of
our bus as we headed to the airport for the return flight.
Jesse's amazingly hilarious tour quide monologue along the
way,that made us laugh through the sadness of departure.
The softness on the landing of our plane on our return to Kennedy.
Hotep! From IONE
©2003 Ione
Here's my poem I wrote for the members of the recent journey- I thought I'd share it with you.
Remembering all of you with fondness, still floating on deck on
the Nile- where else to be in this life or any other?
remembering Sohaila's powerful tears of greeting,
and still feeling the greatness of the great pyramid
emanating its ancient secret message,
being nestled between the paws of the sphinx!
the sanctity of sitting with Sekhmet,
her smile at being annointed
the Dance at Karnac and Thunder's wonderful directing,
the kind and gentle waiters on the boat,
the fun dancing and the wonder of Thunder's Cher moment!
The food!
The Singing in the Temple of Dendarah- that seemed to transcend
ages, vibrating our message of peace to the stars,
the sacred ceremonies,
and the privilege of being with each of you in quiet and private
moments
as well as in the group,
the sacred shopping,
the white owls at Karnac, on the Nile, and at Luxor Temple,
Nathaniel's wonderful spirit- and his bouncing out with the spoon
during the musical spoons game.
Nathaniel's beginning to teach us about the hieroglyphs at
Dendarah and the other temples-
the depth of Abydos and sacred ceremony,
The cry of the water buffalo outside after the ceremony.
The Guard who knew Om Seti
The guard who held our hands and then protected Andrea and me
from intruders at Philae,
the one who kept saying Happy New Year!
the beauty of the scarves catching the gentle breeze in ceremony
and the pipe ceremony on the terrace.
The expressions of wonder and pleasure on the Egyptian faces as
they watched us- and later spoke with us.
The families, the friendship.
The camels and the camel riders, the donkeys braying.
THE SUFI DANCER!
He is still spinning, I know it- whirling,red, yellow, gold and
brown,
a prayer in movement.
We all slip back in now and sit with him, letting the music, the
reality beyond reality carry us along with the dance. He'll always be
there and we'll always be right there with him.
Wonderful Sohaila! driving along behind, beside and in front of
our bus as we headed to the airport for the return flight.
Jesse's amazingly hilarious tour quide monologue along the
way,that made us laugh through the sadness of departure.
The softness on the landing of our plane on our return to Kennedy.
Hotep! From IONE
©2003 Ione
EGYPT
