Dedicated to my older sister; to my inner, feminine children; little Alice and not-so-little Gabrielle; and to all lovers and seekers of missing and wounded parts.
Once upon a time, in Love’s land of rhymes,
A lovely, fair Princess; was loved by Brother Prince.
Her hair was fire red, and caring heart she had.
Her deep, weep emotions; were deeper than oceans.
When he was very young, seeing her caring song;
The Prince thought that he had, a broken heart too bad.
For he could never feel, like she would cry so real.
He lived within his thoughts. His giving came to naught.
In every argument, scary emotions she sent.
But his thought would always win. “This ought to be a sin.”
The Princess would be shamed, and wince from Prince’s blame.
No matter how she cried, their laughter bowed and died.
Then she started to hate, her little brother’s fate;
And all the accolades, he won with waring’s blades.
His Mind like a scalpel, could find striking so well.
He practiced every day, to activate war’s way.
The Kingdom was afire, with Dragon’s war inspire
Attacked without and in, from warfare’s shouting sin.
The Brother and Sister, saw their loving blister.
And so they split apart; he to Mind, she to Heart.
The Prince rode off to war, while Princess home she swore.
He traveled everywhere. She reveled in home’s care.
He studied Man’s knowledge, not ready to acknowledge
That he was homesick, for Princess and home’s lack.
The Princess built the walls, of the castle so tall
With a moat so wide, an ocean fit inside.
The drawbridge was real strong, to abridge scary wrongs
And would be pulled real fast, before he could go past.
On coming back from war, homecoming was horror.
Brother Prince’s welcome, was Sister Princess shun.
He only saw the walls, and loneliness so tall.
The moat with ocean full, smote Prince emotions cruel.
His anger was intense, for danger love convinced
The Prince he was to blame, and so he was ashamed.
“What have I done to her, to deserve shun and hurt?
Is it because my heart, as child could never start?"
So Prince rode off again, still wincing from the shame.
But swore that he would learn, why drawbridge door did burn.
He would find a way, for this Dragon to slay.
He’d search both near and far, research the fear and stars.
Often he found despair, confounded hounded cares.
He realized his armor, did steal his love’s amour.
But everything he’d learned in waring’s fighting churn,
Demanded armor’s suit, for man’s horror pursuit.
He’d practiced Learning’s way, with active discern sway.
He’d explored subjects wide, but not explored inside.
“What’s under this armor? My wonder comes to fore.
Perhaps I shall undress, and allow foul’s confess.”
With trepidation then, for predators in glen
He took his armor off, and shook if harm would off.
But pretty soon he found, no predators around;
And looking in mirror, his humanness was clear.
He left the glory road, bereft war’s gore he’d known
To plant a garden there, and chant a gardener’s care.
His hands were in soil, understanding Love’s toil
Somehow was changing him, allowing’s caring came.
The garden’s Sunflowers, toward the Sun they’d turn
As if to See the Light, and worship the Light’s sight.
The birds would visit there, chirping exquisite care
To eat the flowers seeds; for sweet, baby birds needs.
Prince found some children who, winsome needed a school
To learn of Nature’s way, yearning natural play.
He spent one day a week, playing hide and go seek
And other childhood games, with loving children’s names.
He thought he was teaching, but caught himself reaching
To learn their happiness, and discern children’s bless.
Their Spirits were alive. He’d heard their words and lives
Hadn’t yet then been stilled, hadn’t their Spirits killed.
“Why are adults so lost, their adultness such cost?
As they’ve lost how to laugh, not allowing laugh’s quest.”
And Prince thought of Princess, and of loving’s duress
And wondered if their split, so plundered child’s care quit.
So for many years, Prince studied child care’s tears.
He learned of their stories, children’s cares and worries.
He cried at all their pain, where dying’s appall shame
Came to split them apart. Shame’s fit made quitting start.
He saw most everyone, had fallen very shunned;
And somehow split apart, cowing wisdom’s heart part.
“How can we now be whole, not split allow / control?,”
The Prince asked everyday, convinced whole’s task was way.
Meanwhile back at castle, Sister attacked hassle.
She defended her nest, upended in her quest.
For castle had burned down! In one bad turn too foul,
A Dragon had set fire, to castle’s walls and spire.
Castle represented, all Princess’ resentment
That worldly Mind and war, could bind her with horror.
If she kept up the walls, and slept not learn befall
She could pretend somehow, no World would she allow.
“I’ll wipe it off the map, the World I saw attack
Like my little brother, who strikes bitter love here.
The walls and mote protect, from falls emotes reflect
And like Rip Van Winkle, I’ll strike Learning to think.
By staying long asleep, delaying in his keep
The understanding of; beyond my family’s love."
Until there came the day, when killing’s fire played
And burned away the shield of world’s way past love’s feel.
She sent a call for help, to bended brother’s hell:
Could he perhaps help mend, and be perhaps a friend?
For he’d offered to her, past bleedings often stirred,
Some resources assist, from the Source to his Sis.
But before he did send, resources to help mend,
A dragon struck him down, dragging his luck around.
The dragon stole his eye, his lagging whole asked: “Why?
Was eye left feminine, to try cleft masculine?”
Amazingly that day, his sister didn’t stay
At home in burned castle, but showed at hospital.
She came like as a child, before shame child’s love cowed,
To show him her concern, to know his dragon’s burns.
The Brother and the Sis, saw all the love they’d missed
And how the dragons came, to burn their love with blame.
Investing out and in, was not best or a sin.
They reflected one part, neglecting mind or heart.
He could appreciate, sister’s earlier hate
By learning sister’s way, by discerning love’s way.
And sister saw mom’s son, there blistered from dragon
Could warm her heart a bit, which deformed heart had quit.
She offered him a hand, and he the understand,
That really they were twins, opposite paths to win.
He went out to find, bountiful know with mind;
And she stayed home for heart, to welcome loving’s hearth.
Twins Opposite Paths
by Loveson G. Flower
Sunday, 11:30 AM, June 13, 1999
at Denny’s, Palo Alto
Photoa Portrait "Sisters" by Loveson G. Flower
