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     Olme Tlaloco |
1 reed, 1 water, 10 stone knife: Tecpatl warns that the mind, the spirit, must be sharpened like the glass blade which cuts to the marrow of truth. This trecena advises the priest-warrior to perfect the art of shapeshifting: only by mimicking the nature of water do we become an agent of change rather than a target of it. The purified heart casts no reflection in the smoking mirror. Reflections on becoming one. Becoming, like a Trill joined. I have killed myself in a parallel universe. I killed myself the way you'd remove a cyst from under the skin. Fleet threw the me that remained Into the cold darkness of the space That the bureocrats inhabit. My parallel self lives with the gods. He lives with my mother and my people. Sometimes I wish my reflection had killed me, since I can still see myself in the Smoking Mirror. EXCERPT FROM 100 LOVE SONNETS ~ By Pablo Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: Where “I” does not exist, nor “You”, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. I KNOW YOUR SORROW, Cmdr. Smith I too, do research. I am a chaplain. I am a healer. I know why you have no use for such people. How do I help you heal yourself? By showing you my own scars? I can also access databanks. I can read your personnel file in your posture, Hack into your record by reading the grief in your voice. The gods whisper your secrets to me but my blood cannot appease them. When you lay your heart open And you let them tear it out. Only then can the new era begin. Only then can you shed your skin. |