Sunday, August 11, 2019

The Other

The Other makes her appearance
when least expected.
She hides in the midst
of what we think is real,
always nearby,
looking out at us,
mocking.

The Other is from
Elsewhere,
and we worship,
uncomprehending.

Her beauty resides
in her truth.

She is our law,
and her name,
which cannot be written
or pronounced,
brings joy.






Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Jacobson Traxler.

Friday, August 9, 2019

My Roots Are in Africa

My roots are in Africa,
and so are yours.
No matter how many
thousands of years
your illustrious forebears
spent in Europe or Asia,
we are descended from Pygmies,
and descend is the word.
Those small forest-dwellers
knew their own way,
were self-sufficient,
and did no harm
to the earth.

Do that if you can,
in the land of your birth.






Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

There Is Nothing to be Said

There is nothing to be said
about a naked man or woman,
but there is everything to be said
about the world in which they live.






Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.

What's In a Dream?

I keep a notebook by my bedside at night, in case the muse should visit, or something worthwhile should appear in a dream. Last night our dog, Betty, woke me up in the middle of the night, while I was dreaming about a great, mythical serpent. I knew that it was called something like "seshonq," and I wrote that in the notebook.

Checking the Internet this morning, I found that the only thing similar was Sheshonq, the name of an Egyptian pharaoh, founder of the twenty-second dynasty. He is mentioned in the Hebrew Bible as "Shishak" (1 Kings 11:40, 14:25; 2 Chron. 12:2-9). I looked him up in my Holman Bible Dictionary, and found that his name was of  "uncertain meaning." But perhaps my dream can shed a little light on this.

I recognized right away that the second part of the name, "onq," has to be "life" (Middle Egyptian "ankh;" Sahidic Coptic "onh," or "Onq."). I didn't know the meaning of the "shesh."

My library took a severe hit in the course of our recent move from one continent to another. I do still have a small booklet by Bruce Metzger, which is a list of all the most frequent words in the Coptic New Testament. I went through the booklet from cover to cover, and found that the most fitting word was "she," which means "hundred" (sorry, this computer is not set up to show the Coptic alphabet). "Sheshe" could then mean "hundreds," "a thousand," or simply "many," which is the meaning I had in my mind. Why should I have had any meaning at all in my mind? An interesting question, and one that I'll answer someday if you ask me.

So, back to the dream. Why would a great, mythical serpent have been called "Sheshonq?" It seems to me that the "many lives" is a reference to the snake's shedding of her skin, in turn symbolic of human reincarnation.

Here is how Pharaoh Shishak's name is written in the Hebrew Bible:

שִׁישַׁק

In Egyptian hieroglyphs, the name looks like this:


 𓆷  𓆷  𓈖  𓏘 


This clearly suggests that the Hebrew letter "Shin," is related to the Egyptian letter that looks like lotus flowers growing out of a pond (they both sound like "sh"). I was not aware of this relationship.

Pay attention to those dreams! They can be very instructive.


Text © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

We Are Bodies and Souls of Light (with translations)

We are bodies and souls of light.

ᎢᏧᎳ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎠᏰᎸᏗ ᎠᎴ ᎠᏓᏅᏙᏗ ᎤᎸᏌᏓ ᎥᎿᎢ.

Nous sommes des corps et des âmes de lumière.

Somos cuerpos y almas de luz.

אנחנו גופות ונשמות של אור.

Ni estas korpoj kaj animoj de lumo.

हम प्रकाश के शरीर और आत्मा हैं।






Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Jacobson Traxler ꮨᏺꭽꮅ.

The Day's Potential

The day's potential is formed
before the rising of the sun.
What's lost is lost,
and what's won, is won.






Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Janis in the Window

Janis was singing
in the open window,
her window,
I'd often passed that way.
I forgot she shouldn't
be there--seemed OK.
Looking inside,
there were others with her,
probably Mimi and Richard,
Jimi, Amy,
and ol' Hank, I'd say,
looking all of twenty-seven,
if a day.
But it wasn't her house,
the one I knew,
it was now
a café.
And they were jammin',
that day.
I ordered a meal
from a tall blonde,
the owner, I'd say.
The food was great--
I asked if it was hers,
she showed me the recipe,
and it was blank.
She offered me
a malt of Lethe,
I asked for something in it,
if you know what I mean.
They'd lose their license, she said,
but then, bottle in hand,
(brandy, I'd say,)
"We know who you are,
I guess it would be okay."
But I said no,
not today,

and went on
my way.


https://youtu.be/azYCMyEvp34



Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.