Hypnotherapy

Hypnotherapy

Re Mind x Cantos

I went back to that dark closet

I knew - alone - away from Mother

where space scared space into me - away from Mother

and found there this time -

Sarah Mara

whose mouth is beautiful because she hides secrets under her tongue

or reversals of the expected truth

moving the scene

as a window changes in youth

correcting my mind’s unnatural inversion

introversion, extroversion, one-version-aversion

of truth

this truth of which there is many parts

which is: there are many parts of the self.

 

Sarah - took me by the hand

her cold cold hand

eyes reflecting pain in a frame - frail, light, grey, and wane

she said to me I said to her

“you’re grave”

“you’re grave”

“everyone is away, maybe hurt, maybe dead and you’re here”

“you’re right”

“you’re right”

apart in darkness

a part of that separate sea -

 

In the sea, I lost Sarah

and found Daughter then - in that dark wood

her large grey eyes under twilight fog

her small hand took my hand

leading me deeper - away

I - following silver yellow locks

Eye - around a golden grey face

- away

into a new familiar place

where hurt was light

but felt continuous - oppressive

- an eternal grey bruise

as if it were the origin of - the pain

 

where Sarah appears, again

her critical eye on me

her critical eye on Daughter

she turns away - away

averse to love Daughter

but I, the go-between, teach her to be softer

- close her fault-finding eyes

- place Daughter in her arms

- “Hold her head in your hands”

she runs her fingers through the golden grey

and cannot resist eye-opening

I, opening my eye of my Sarah’s bitter heart

her windows reflect Daughter’s face where mine is

looking out and within

 

three - we walk through a depression - in the ground

beautifully swarming - grey, black, blue smoke, then sage

we walk through - a hollow

 

where Claire appears

the wood whispers, shakes, under fresh light

- the sun in the air

- the sun soft on her tongue

her clairvoyant eyes breathe

in    - white light

out  - healing mist from her lips

as the earth speaks, “I am a part of all that I have met” . (1)

“I am a part of all that I have met” .

“I am a part of all that I have met” .

“I am a part of all that I have met” .

 

If -  when - then - Mother opens the door -

in opening, light closing the dark space sea for Daughter

now -

I am in my other dream-state

where -

without a doubt I doubt myself

yet -

there is white light coming from my lips.

“I am a part of all that I have met” .

 

(1) From “Ulysses” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Photo by Sophie Laettner