Zailin Michael Linke

Category: Variations on a Theme

Journal: Songbird

Dates: March and August of 2010

(March 2010...written for Zailin's 3rd birthday that it was said he might not have)

Zailin's Song
(Everyone is Everything)

I know a boy brought down to earth,
known as Zailin upon his birth,
with cornsilk hair and lakes for eyes.
Beyond his years, this boy is wise.

Cat in the cradle caught his tongue,
too much to say and still too young.
I close my eyes to read his signs
and this is how his story shines...

Life is music, let it inspire you to be.
Arrange the notes and then you'll see
every life is a song to sing.
Everyone is Everything

He points his finger at the kite
on a day too calm for such a flight.
He imagines his burdens cast into the day,
all pain and suffering is blown away

Zailin observes the world before him
and knows the love of who adores him.
While I watch, he'll catch my eye
a playful smirk as a cryptic reply...

Life is magic, let it inspire you to be.
Wake up renewed and finally see
every life is a piece of me.
Everyone is Everything.

A myriad more than earthly being,
all the space we've not been seeing,
the boy is essence all around us.
Blessed are we that he had found us.

(August 2010)

The Little Hero

He watches superheroes

and becomes them in games.

Fantasies of fighting the good fight,

taking every evil blow--

the hero never dies.

Only imagination lets him dream

when mortality wants to wake him.

But this little boy

can't fight his enemy within.

He can't outsmart

this evil interloper

attacking and blackening his brain.

He finds comfort

in these movies, games,

peaceful vacations,

and festivals of friends.

He finds himself there--

having fun, living life,

being the little hero

with the biggest dreams.

Swan Lake

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: The Nest of the Bower Birds

Date: Began on Beltane Eve 2008, completed today

Swan Lake

Tonight I’ll slip away with you

And escape into the woods.

Together as one,

And one with the wild,

To become whatever we would.

We’ve come upon a sacred space

Where our helical paths entwine.

Bonding in braids,

On the eve of Beltane,

We are lovers, redefined.

The Piscean Moon shines across the lake,

The owl in the tree sees each move we make,

The spider in the tent weaves our solemn vows,

Everything was leading us to right now.

The Bird of the Soul

Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival

Journals: The 2004 Venusian Octave (Music of the Spheres), Confessions of Her Roaring Twenties, and Blue Moon Seachange

Dates: 11-24-2004, June 2006, 6-23-2007, and 8-16-2010

11-24-2004

this is why the caged bird sings...
The symbolism of the caged bird appears in much of women's literature. And each time I encounter it in writing, my insides twist up a bit and my throat gets tight with emotional tension.

I've always felt the wings of my words like they were caged in my ribs...thumping out their message with my heartbeat as their rhythm. And this phoenix within me cannot be forced through my voice and out of my mouth, her wings are much too large. Instead she has found solace in the openness of my mind, where she can fly to the highest heights and across the boundless seas of a world that exists only in my perception. And though she was once a gypsy spirit, she has found a home with me.

And with her in mind, I can write like the wind. She knows not how to write, or speak in language discernable to ears, but she knows what she knows...and it's so much more than I have ever learned myself. Her stories, her poetry, her birdsongs...I translate them through to my fingertips. And there, in writing, lies my soul.

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The torturous June of 2006

Perched

Perched like a bird on the balcony

awaiting what is difficult to bear,

she sits as if in a still life

as birds build up nests of her hair.

She projects confidence through stoic seclusion,

which means little to nothing at all.

Preened feathers show nothing of the fear

that built up and will break down her wall.

Balcony Bird

Wash me up on the shores of thought

Stop the time I never forgot

Find my soul in a quiet world

Live a life of love unfurled

Drown all pain by an act of God

Fly this bird through skies abroad

Lift me up from the fall of grace

Take the time to grow from this place

Soothe my soul with the breath of peace

Have a life before it should cease

Face all pain with the strength to stay

Watch this bird as she floats away

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6-23-2007

~Dejavu~

She becomes her thoughts unravelled,
oldest soul through bodies travelled.
in a cage where ribs are bars,
in a mind aligned with stars,
with the wings of voice and reason,
ever evolving like the seasons.
She unmasks the truth of being
through the writer, always seeing.

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2010

Soul Bird

Tiny dinosaurs,

feathered and singing,

flit from branch to feeder

and fly away.

The one within

calls out to them,

but they cannot hear

her song.

I write the words

for her freedom.

I clear my head

for her flight.

The Little-Girl Trilogy

Category: Recycled Poetry

Journal: Confessions of Her Roaring Twenties

Dates: 2002, 2008, and 2010

little-girl (2002)

by Felina Lune Kavi

i've not felt

so little-girl before,

nor did i harbor thoughts

of endless love...

but in the quickest instant

i must question my existence

as a secret

and a lie

and as a whore.

still i've never felt

this little-girl before...

mostly every time

he pushes me away.

i need to feel his love,

i need him to share my love...

for there's far more of it

than this little-girl can store.

(2008)

once i knew this little-girl before--

wrapped warm with new thoughts,

she simply forgot

she's not a little-girl anymore.

absence makes the heart grow fonder;

absence makes the restless mind wander.

'why' and 'how' and 'what was i thinking'...

suddenly her world is shrinking.

now i know this little-girl again--

selfish and silly,

desperately willing

to be taken as more than a friend.

idealism comes on too strongly;

idealism increases the longing.

she hopes for perfect love and perfect trust...

but it translates into perfect lust.

and now you know this little-girl as well--

she is chaos contained

but she cannot refrain

from the depths of feeling in which she fell.

(2010)

i've come across this little-girl before.

the difference now is she is safe in love.

after innocence lost,

a threshold was crossed--

she married who she endlessly adores.

now i'll always know this little-girl i feel.

she's never to be pushed away again.

although she doesn't show,

wrapped warm with woman's clothes,

she's present in the moments that are real.

still i'm seeing things so little-girl once more.

now a daughter clings to any kind of love.

sharing treats and toys,

holding hands with little-boys--

little-girl lessons can never be ignored.

Applying Acting to Everyday Life/ Creating Reality on Stage

Category: Soul-of-Thought Revival

Journal: Venus-lit Vixen: Keep the Change

Date: May 12th, 2004

applying acting to everyday life
 (2004)

not lying. acting. there's a difference. to me.



focus your energies on a specific situation. you know what you want to achieve, you are aware of what is standing in your way, and you perform an action to obtain your goal. in it's most fundamental form, that is what acting is.



realize that much of our behavior in social situations is not acting, but it can be. the important difference is the degree to which you control and alter your behavior, modify your actions, and adjust your choices. 



when we realize, before we say a truth, the potential for a conflict in an answer...when we consciously select a specific goal or outcome, when we willfully modify our behavior to achieve that goal, then we are acting.



but acting is not designed to make you a dishonest person. in a real sense, acting in society is not an exercise in dishonesty...it often is really nothing more than being tactful, diplomatic, or discreet when dealing with others.



but acting on stage is something more complex. i find that becoming another character is a very healthy way of trying out other modes of thinking...reaching goals that i might or might not want to reach one day...but trying it out in another's body first. to see if i like it. for example, i quite liked being a dog. and i learned a lot about myself just from portraying sylvia. but you can't act like a dog just anywhere. though i've pushed the limits of where i can. hee hee.



for future reference, denny's will serve a dog-like girl anything she wants. as long as she pays. and uses her utensils.



so, about self-delusion. you know, lately...i've been feeling, not thinking, that pretending to be happy while you are unhappy can sometimes lead to actual happiness. at least, for me. i am banishing negativity from entering my body...or my mind rather. because my heart...oh, my heart...it knows i'm happy regardless of what my head tries to confuse me with in all its grandiose and incessant thought.



not that i am discounting thought. just negative thought. it doesn't do anyone any good. and it keeps you from that all-important goal of happiness. negativity is the obstacle. 



but it is SO easy to negate ourselves into the ground. SO easy. because happiness is a difficult goal for us humans. but it's such a universal goal. everyone wants it. and the ones who say they don't have just given up. and in my opinion, to give up on happiness...no matter how disillusioned to it you are...is just laziness. LAZINESS, i say!



and i'm done with second guessing the good things in life. done with losing hope. hope is there. it's there, my friends. but none of these things are just going to fall into your lap.

Creating Reality on Stage: Act One (2010)

Acting, to me, has always been about doing and being while showing and telling. This is the art that imitates life in the clearest terms. The human element is present in the show. We are meant to relate dramatically.

In my experience as an actor, there have been directors and teachers of theatre whose words of encouragement were imperative phrases like 'show me more' or 'make me cry'. We don't just agree to be in the show, we are to work together to become the show. And we are art that is meant to create a response from our observers. The best shows attainable come from the integrity and co-creation of every element.

Some shows will strip you down and bear your soul...others will show you what it feels like to be something you are not. While some will feel like stepping into another's shoes and becoming someone new for the rest of your life.

Acting is not just a frivolous pursuit fueled by a need for attention or affirmation of talent. Not for me, anyway. I find great wisdom in it. You not only learn about others, but also about yourself. You have to want to work toward this, if you're going to be an actor. You can't be afraid, there's no time for that. What there is time for is building upon your knowledge of this art...and you not only do this on stage, but also in everyday life.

Climb

Category: Recycled Poetry
Journal: Venus-lit Vixen: Keep the Change
Date: May 11th, 2004

Climb
by Felina Lune Kavi

(2004)

Intuition chimes in...time to climb again.

No sense sitting in the mud

waiting for another thrill
,
waiting for a wonder pill

to pick us up and high above

the sometimes rough landings...the harshness of hard ground.

There are other choices

than slipping up the slide.

Remember the ladder

on the other side...

(2010)

Climb the zenith, climb…the path is overhead.
The nadir foundations of Earth,
upon which we build
and display our skill,
are the security of family…the encouragement to grow.
There are better choices
to make within our lives.
To know ourselves
we simply have to climb.