• Rite of Dark & Light by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez


      A swirling collective of ancestral mystery

      partially illuminated by spoken history
      mostly occulted in dark skies with lunar sliver

      drifting shifting across the unconscious
      encountered in hours of the sharpest shiver
      pieces of the unconscious going conscious
      sinking into thinking shifting into drifting
      a chaos of order and disorder beyond
      withdrawn drop of blood as contribution
      greater clarity and greater confusion


      worlds inside of worlds extending omni

      perceived in unraveling weaves
      achieved in pohms and oms
      arts souls hearts homes
      just around bad bends
      crooked paths straightening
      a life for the sake of light
      leading to light after dark night

      beyond and after scattering patterns
      bringing in letters bloodletting lanterns
      in this life there is no light

      besides

      the rite of the write


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      Cipher
      Pohms
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      19/30


      Author’s Note:


      I was thinking about how…

      We have both our individual and ancestral memory…

      Energetic constructs of the ancestors…

      Containing all elements of human existence across time…

      To which we make our own combinations of contributions…

      Adding dark adding light…

      I was thinking of my uncle telling me about one of his elders…

      Telling him: I am the old evil.

      I didn’t ask my uncle to expound just as he did not…

      The statement carries so much mystery and illumination, simultaneously…

      Compounded in the cross generational communication…

      I think we see deepest into our selves, perhaps paradoxically,

      thereby, seeing into our ancestors…

      And even more profound…

      Seeing into all ancestors of all people…

      How we all have individual and collective trauma…

      In many ways instituted upon one another…

      Perhaps it is impossible to understand our selves and others…

      Perhaps very few would even think of such a thing…

      Perhaps such a thing is latent and needs to be awakened…

      To achieve self actualization, peace, self empowerment…

      I think the writing brings the writer into these sacred places…

      It takes superhuman courage…

      Tis powerful

      • I think you bring up several interesting facts, especially when it comes to our family and how some of their stories become mysteries and how can relate to them or identify with them. I have an uncle who I was very close to when growing up. In fact today (May 22nd) is his birthday. I look up to him like a second father, and yet the complications of life have gotten in the way. He’s one of the smartest person I know and yet there are so many questions I still have for him as far as family and ancestry for his generation.

        In a way, I feel that it’s up to us writers to tell their stories, fill in the gaps so to speak so that we can continue those familial traditions and rites.

        Amazing spill.