Frosty Lace Curtain Unveils the Fathoms of the Sea

3 June 2021

OBJECT:

Frosty lace curtain mists my view on a rainy window pane.

I.

Rain tapping on the door to my Soul

Rain and I intermingle at the windowpane,

and in my own pain I am gifted long-lost treasure.

Tap Tap Tap ever so lightly

You visit like an angel on my windowpane

We are separated by a thin sheathe

I am aware and yet unaware

The teardrop sonata fuses with my state

White, frosty lace curtain mists my view

Entranced by the rolling of droplets

Unhurriedly rippling from place to place

Me across the room for a task

Rain across the windowpane

Yearning to meet its destination

To unhinge the stone door to my Soul

Inly in this agony of slowness, breathless

I am reduced to a rambling pure raindrop

"Open your heart" says the Guru

All those years, I never asked "how?"

II.

Pro-found Fathoms of the Sea

Cracks in the sea are like cracks in your heart, hidden until you reach the bottom.

Fathoms beneath my bed

Covers blanket my existence

I am here more hours in a day than not

I drop through a gap into a trench

Beneath reality, surreal, profound

Low levels of oxygen to my brain

Allow me to enter an altered state

Consciousness rules separate

Once beyond the veil, Maya has less grip

I am not in her world anymore

Wordy, worldly ties fray, meaning-less

I am in OM entering the sacred passage

Beauty becomes my companion

Here in the fathoms of the Sea

Her arms embrace me, comfort me

My prayers are answered

III.

Unveiling OM

The Cosmic breath gradually reaches me.

"You call me, I call you."

I call upon the Cosmos for comfort

A humpback whale appears

In my mind, I call Ommm

I am not sleeping, but I am vigilant

My inner eat vibrates, OMMM

Through the song of the humpack

I send out my call again "om, om"

Faint sounds of angelic "OM, OM"

Swirl on the current, closer and closer

I try to inhale its "prana" life force

Humpvack dives deeper, winking at me

I fall in a deeper daydream, blurred vision

I can only follow its song

Fused with the "OM, OM, OM"

I repeat in my mind, om, om, om

I feel a soft veil brush up against my face

Energy changes, where am I now?

Rosalinda Ruiz Scarfuto, PhD is a native Californian, published poet, multimedia artist. She is a poet-painter and researcher investigating the 3D poetic canvas with tactile perception. Rosalinda began her artistic career with ceramics and poetry. She has lived and traveled from Japan to Spain walking the land including the Himalayas and Kenyan bush. Her first trip around the world was a 5-year sojourn completed by the age of 26. Over the years she has continued studying ceramics adding photography, Hanga, painting and jazz to her repertoire. Her prolonged stays in Asia fostered her Buddhist philosophy. Rosalinda is never far from her roots in California and is available for international workshops about the Forest Flaneur methodology she developed in her doctoral thesis. Covid-19 was devastating in 2020 for Rosalinda, so she wrote a journal to recover and passed on her wisdom to others through poetry and prose finding a new style of writing.