She Who Stays and She Who Goes (a poem)

I am the fire-tender,

the one who weaves the basket,

who puts down her stake and says,

“Here I stay.”

The one who catches and grounds,

protects and nurtures,

who sits in the circle,

and holds the world together:

She Who Stays.

I am the wanderer,

the one who walks out alone,

the restless, impatient one,

who sets out on foot

on the long journey:

to cross the mountain,

to fight the dragon,

to seek enlightenment.

The one who leaves all behind,

and tears the world apart:

She Who Goes.

The yin and the yang of me are stretched thin to breaking.

One thought on “She Who Stays and She Who Goes (a poem)

  1. Hi Malgosia, That is a beautiful poem. It would be great to see you sometime soon:) I just came back from the summer Algonquin Tracking weekend. It went well. I found a baby bear track and I thought of you because my reaction was very similar to when we saw our friend Malcolm moose. Alexis had to keep correcting my use of “baby bear” as “bear cub”. Funny. Hope to see you soon, Tamara

    Tamara Anderson

    “We began as a mineral. We emerged into plant life and into the animal states, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.”

    — Rumi, The Dream That Must Be Interpreted

    Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2015 20:50:53 +0000 To: frogforest@hotmail.com

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