To my soul – a poem by Francesca Diano

The Goddess Sarasvati – Mysore Painting




I felt ashamed – so they taught me to –

No bound  no tie

Shame is a knife

Feeding on your dreams and flesh

Separating the I from others’ eyes –

Like egg yolk from its white.

It makes you invisible –

Yet boundless – so easy then to melt away

And float over the world

Suspended in a silent cry

Embedded in a river of black stars.


It’s you – my Soul – I’m calling – soul and mother

The only generation I can conceive

Dark origin of a brooding life.

A womb so universal that no birth

Is needed to be born – to see the light.

Black is the colour of light

And darkness is its prize.


Two flowers – one in each hand

On a deep blue cloth

She handed me – in smiling stillness

Both I took to fill the gap between

Me and my words

And suddenly the rage became an ocean

A pouring ocean of words.

They ignited worlds hidden in darkness

Set life afire – painted grey walls

With flashing colours – so that no blackness

Was black any more.

She – the Ruler – the Still One.


(C)2006 by Francesca Diano ALL RIGHTS RESERVED