The Big Elephant
The Big Elephant stands
Grazing quietly and nonchalantly
On the twigs of various trees
And delights in the succulence.
It has a feeling that it is being viewed
From different vantage points
Different angles of its being
And yet, it doesn't seem to care.
For it knows that it is still
The Big Elephant.
Oh that we could all just see
Ourselves, as The Big Elephant
And not be moved by others perceptions
But simply stand in our knowing.
Of who we are.....
the great challenge
...yes.... to stand in the knowing of who we are..
to stand in that knowing..totally accepting and happy with who we are...
Oh yes !
...yes, indeed !
I would like
I would like to someday meet
An Old Crone Elephant
And to commune with her.
I believe that is
One of my heart's desires.
Will be looking forward to that.
You are communing with Her right now Deb.
She is you and you are Her.
If I may?
"A Crone...is someone who embodies...."wrinkled knowledge".
"Of course, being and becoming a Crone---being and becoming complete in one's own Powers----is no automatic thing. It is gained only by the most prodigious labors.
"Ursula LeGuin observes, "There are things the Old Woman can do, say, and think that the Woman cannot do, say, or think. The Woman has to give up more than her menstrual periods before she can do, say, or think them. She has got to change her life....bear herself, her third self, her old age." The results of successfully undergoing this "wringkling," this enormous psychic and physical shift are the SIGNS OF AGING that are so abhorrent in the snool's-eye view: the waxing of incisiveness, courage, belligerence, intractability, the ability to change, and the development of the Powers of psychic warfare.
"The world we know and do not know is itself undergoing a climacteric, a critical shift of enormous proportions, something like the transformations a woman undergoes at menopause. The commonly heard refrain "change or die" seems accurate enough. Yet patriarchal man steadfastly fears and refuses ontological change. This, then, is the promise of the Crone, she who knows that there is nothing to fear. What the Crone presages for the individual woman and for the world as a whole is, precisely, the CHANGE OF LIFE."
"We must face the Medusa, the unfaceable in ourselves, in order to have access to the powers we require." Chela Sandoval
--------GOSSIPS, GORGONS, & CRONES, the fates of the earth, by Jane Caputi, introduced by Paula Gunn Allen
I was inspired by what you wrote and offer these passages in honor of a new light shining in your words.
In the presence of
The Big elephant
I meet myself.
All things I have conjured
Come to meet me
Face to face.
She strokes me gently
As I release myself
Her tears become my own.
In the presence
of what is holy
Ah yes, Bell
When head knowledge
Becomes heart wisdom
The Big Elephant
A Big Elephant's Tale,
Finally There I was....
standing next to a Mastodon who completely ignored me, as he tore down and devoured a tree. I could see my reflection in his big brown eye.
Unfortunately I was standing up wind of the matriarchs who were caring for the young ones out in a field some distance away. When they caught a whiff of me they trumpeted alarm...
and that male then took me in his trunk and battered me to death upon the ground, stomping me in the end for good measure.
He then went back to eating his tree.
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