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The Four Faced Wind

Poetry by Valeria Castellanos

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February 2022

Dust – A Valentine

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I fall in love with you
I fall in line with you
I dance in my romance
With you
And, miracles ensue
We resonate together
We become a laser
Focused into a single beam
Living our lives in a single dream
We become a poem
We become as royalty
We are a totality
You are my reality

I dance in a world made manifest
Through the medium of light
You are my guide and my vision
Your music is my sight
Your perfume and your hands
Conjoined
Illuminate and illustrate
My night

Your love enthralls
Encompasses
Enshrouds me
Floods my work
And, fills my world
Like sweet perfume
It fills my room
Covers my being
Covers my seeing
You are contained
In every speck of dust
That enters my illumination
Between now and my death
You are in every breath
I breathe or touch

My love for you is deeper than my dreams
It is older than my heart, it seems
Older than the unfurled world
Older than the dust

You complete me with your aroma
Your atoms enhance my soul
Your particles entrance me
Your aura makes me whole
I gather the dust you give to me
You complete me with your smile

I caress your skin
And, mark it with kisses
I gather you into
The corners of my being
Your heart completes my seeing
Your breath is my sail
And, I inhale

Your intentions are my guidelines
They clear the pathway
For my footfalls
To the dust of your radiant force field
I submit, I yield
And, I am healed

You are selecting
Collecting
The storms and stories and glories
And, molecules of metal and emotion
That generate my light
You are the sun ripened dust of my day
And, the star dust of my night

Love
Like the ubiquitous dust
In the air
Even when you are not there
My love for you is everywhere

And, all the dust of the world
That has ever been given to me
I give to you
Until it is reclaimed

Without you I am splintered
Scattered
Shattered
Fragmented
I am, myself, nothing but dust
Thus, I must
Rush
To find you
To cover you
With my love
Older than the galaxy’s dust
Older than the earth
To remind you of your worth
And, our expectations of rebirth
And, to keep you from falling
Into lies
Or
Into someone else’s eyes

V. Castellanos – April 29, 2015

Venus Underground

My digital art
Reality has become a tumbled mosaic, 
Cut out of a thousand, 
Cubist paintings, 
And, scattered across the floor, 
Heads and tails, 
Nothing matching anything else.
My life has become a tangled series of constellations,
With a missing moon embroidered on the border,
A lost comet burning the edges of the clouds,
A thousand shooting stars trying to tell me a story.
I have taken off my veils and painted my eyes,
Oiled my body, full of expectations,
Become a sacrifice caught in a dungeon,
Without a key, 
Without a door, 
Dancing with destiny or tragedy,
Holding hands, fuming kisses,
A crown of dandelions in my hair,
Flinging off seeds in a whirlwind spin,
A waterspout, a tornado in my heart,
My footsteps close to the beat,
To the heat,
To the core of the earth.
I am curled up in the magma, 
A blossoming flower,
A birth,
Hidden in the underearth,
Of the caves, under the waves,
Where flames rule and secrets turn to fire,
Laughter smoldering in dark corners of desire,
Hypnotic repetitions, sweat and hot flesh,
The passionate mouth of a sleek jaguar,
Panting in the red smoke of longing,
Mars rising, out of ferocity.
Saturn in opposition.
Mars in conjunction with the Sun.
Mercury combust.
The sky is no longer soft.
It is solid, made of mud and cold marble,
Rubble, rejection, on my knees,
Crushing reality,
Hung with hard, pulsating roots,
And, heavy bells,
Perfumed swells,
Sharp rocks, shocks, a tongue that mocks,
And, the heady spores of sensuous mushrooms,
A chilling maze of tunnels,
Tied together with vines and kisses,
And, wishes,
Whispering spiders spinning frigid, iron webs,
Wheels of steel, metal jaws, tearing claws,
Brass chains, silver rains, handcuffs,
Mosses with interlocking gears, Wedding rings and bitter tears,
Lichen with grinding teeth,
Copper tarnished to the color of mildew.
The mouth of the wild wind turned to blue,
Stuffed with sandstone, chalk white bone,
Ice and clay,
Weighed down with frozen briars,
Torn by barbed, ice cycle wires,
Unable to remember,
The innocence of yesterday's desires.
I have turned myself inside out.
I have ceased to fight, to shoot, to shout.
I have given up.
I have accepted everything,
Allowed everyone to be a part.
Allowed everyone to enter my heart,
Ghosts to enter my body.
Looking for warmth, for love, for longing.
Waiting for the sun. Wanting to have some fun.
Everything is right now.
Time is suspended.
Space upended.
Everyone is real.
Everyone is alone.
Everyone stands on their own.
Nothing will be rewarded.
Enlightenment abandoned,
Tangled angles in every direction,
A cubist painting,
Confusion at the door,
Broken into pieces all over the floor.
Here you are as warm as I.
Here I try.
Still, I am yearning,
Trying, learning.
I want to be.
I think that you are just like me.
Desperate blood and flesh,
Flashing, boiling, 
Eyes connected,
Hot bones and wet skin,
Tornadoes in our hair,
Cinnamon on our breath,
Willing to do anything, trying to do my best,
A wild rose blooming on my breast,
Beating, a beast, emerging,
Pulsating with the rising head of the hooded python,
Writhing to the drumbeat of tambourines,
And, merging with the music of eight legged scorpions,
On the edge of awareness,
Of survival,
Of satisfaction,
Of understanding.
Enter me, if you dare.
Take me, if you care.
Dance with me, I will be everywhere,
And, I will fill your otherwise empty spaces,
Yawning in the caverns,
Between birth and death.

Written by V. Castellanos – May, 2020

The Blue Mahogany

The Blue Tree in the Everglades by V. Castellanos
The Blue Tree in the Everglades by V. Castellanos

I believe in the internal, chemical connections 
between belief and happiness

I believe I am made of light 
and I am happy 
because the stars sing to me 
and the blue mahogany catches me 
     in her arms and kisses me

I believe I am made of songs 
and I am happy 
because I can catch the wind 
and the shadows of the moon
    before they reach the blue horizon

The blue mahogany believes
she is made of shadows
and I am the kiss of the wind 
She believes the moon is happy 
because I have been caught by the song of the clouds

The wind believes 
the mahogany is made of songs
and I am the shadow of the stars  
He believes the clouds are happy
because the light catches the blue horizon

The moon believes 
the light is made of wind
and I am a song
She believes the shadows are happy
because the stars kiss the clouds

I believe you caught me
in the song of the blue mahogany
when the clouds were made of light
and the wind was made of stars
and the shadows of the moon kissed the blue horizon

You believe I am made of kisses
and I am happy because you are the light of my life

I believe I am happy
because you catch me in your arms
and sing to me the songs 
of the light of the stars 
and the moon’s blue, horizon clouds
and the songs 
of the wind’s blue mahogany shadows

I believe we are made of songs and light
and happiness
because we believe we are in love

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