By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo

 

MY two good friends, Vicky Nano-Dalope and Esther M. Pacheco, entered the Gate of the Eternal during the sign of Aquarius. Vicky passed on January 28, Esther on February 1. Vicky is this irrepressible energy that tickles, tickled all the time at the experience of love in its many manifestations in the various stages of life. Esther is a blue light, constantly burning, a quiet slow burning, unburnt even in death. Two women whose lives were unabashedly revolutionary, benevolent streams of goodness and caring, healers in their own unique ways.

Aquarius is the last air sign of the zodiac, the last breath from which we draw strength to travel to a new portal. It is represented by the water bearer, the mystical healer who bestows water, or life, here on earth, and provides the current that takes us beyond the gates. I commit them both to a loving memory, and wish them the adventure of the unknowable, wherever that is, and in whatever form they will be.

I will find you

 

I have not forgotten

there is a difference between forgetting

and letting go

 

the thought of the morning

with you in it, is still fresh

like the smell of newly-ground coffee

and bread, dunked into the coffee cup

sipped slowly, flowing in abandon

into the lining, of my esophagus

 

in another life perhaps

I will find you growing, in another forest

where the elements prefer you to grow

instead of a wild garden

whose path has been etched

by its own yearnings and desires

and the ethos of its own life cycle

 

or in the ocean, where as a fish, you are free

and if caught by the nets can wiggle out

away from the debris from which you fed on,

by your own free choice,

or by the footprints of your habitat

 

I will wait for that time

in whatever form I will be

I will find you, in the shallow riverbed

as a seashell kissing a hard rock

or in the deep blue sea as a transparent eel

in the forest as a snake biting on my foot,

or in a garden eating someone’s apple

or a fruit, ripening in the heat of the desert

 

I will find you,

even if you would have become a flower,

made translucent, by the rain.

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