This ReCollection entry, as the three before it, represents one of the four quarterly themes, as seen in the first issue of The BeZine, October 31, 2014—Life of the Spirit. Our founding editor, Jamie Dedes, was also a photographer. Here we see one of her photos, published in that first issue of The BeZine.
A jar of tears Resting on the grass Beside a stone grave Covered with diaphanous scarves Knitted from April sunlight And pearly beads made of dew I know she was here At dawn She opens up like a black tulip And in my way to nowhere I see her Her face is a white cloud Kneeling in a silent moment of prayer At twilight She collects a rising star And the silver crescent of the moon And disappears like a column of smoke Spirits chanting hymns of the night Lanterns floating In the silky darkness I follow A thread of light left behind To the heart of the woods Oh guardian with eyes like dark jewels I am inhabited by a cry There is a longing in my soul In the vastness of the night I become a saint A white dove, a wild flower Haunting like a memory, aching like a wound Under your touch Dance Let me kiss your bare feet Until the earth gives birth I want to get lost in the lines of your palm Baptize me with your tears, with your breath Until I am light, until I am free Until the earth and I are one
Poem ©2014 Imen Benyoub
Photo ©2014 Jamie Dedes
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