Circe’s Palace
Anima Rising

Dreaming, searching, falling
I find myself in a familiar and strangely awesome realm.
Images move by like film frames,
Wide open plains, wine glasses touched,
A hotel conference room, a strange dark car at a modern airport
I see a woman step through the door
Tall and angular
Her face becomes clear, confident, beautifully beaming,
Irish features, Celtic images form
A black horse on a grassy plain, a stone circle, yellow gorse
Now she is close as if out of a dream
Face to face in the dark, lips touch, she speaks,
And I hear the animals singing
And the flutter of angels wings sound in my ears.
I see her standing by a lake, flat plains stretch to the horizon.
Three falcons, shining white in the sunlight,
Vision in my mind’s eye.
And a fourth sails, soaring at a distance.
I recognize this fair woman like I have never really seen her.
We talk in an embrace of love as do two lovers,
Who have been at a distance for many soul life progressions.
Now we are soaring ourselves,
Embraced in a struggle of love
Sensually erotic we already know each other’s bodies,
As if we have lived together in some other mystery.
We hold each other
Like we are afraid of falling through the atmosphere:
I penetrate her, and her mind speaks to me through her emotions.
Mystically, we gaze through the eyes
And see faces of many lifetimes pass, shapeshifting,
Into the flight of the shaman,
Spiraling now to his unfolding destination.

-David James

David James has an advanced degree in Humanistic Psychology and has extensively studied psychological interpretations of literature and mythology. A consultant who lives in Atlanta, he has written and published a number of poems over the years in a variety of publications.