Reversing Polarities

I went to speak with her last night.

A perfect night.

A warm and windy night.

I approached the steps of her home.

There she moved, in front of me.

Divine.  Glorious. Dancing.

Naked and wild under the new moon.

I smiled.  She noticed.

I approached lovingly.


She tickled my feet with cool fingers.

Questioning where I’d been.

Laughter was my only reply.

She knows me.

I asked her to bathe me. To wash away my fears.

She agreed, in her way, and kissed me.

Slowly at first, as was my desire.

Our passion grew in perfect rhythm.

One with the other.

She blessed me with wave after wave of salty water.

Cleansing me of worry.

With each swell my burden dissipated.


As I relaxed, so did she.

Receding.  Soft, rolling undulations.

Allowing me to finish the process myself.


Photo by Jaime Ferreyros

“Day Of The Mermaid”                                           Photo by Jaime Ferreyros



S. Conde

Aspects of Divinity and Man

There he stands.

Dressed in red and white.  He is black and strong.  A warrior.  He walks, unmarked, through the flame, he beats the drum.  Virile.  Lover and protector is he.  Disguised as a woman, fair skinned, holy, sainted. He lives on.

She is with him.

Hips swaying.  She moves.  Dancing.  Dancing to his drums.  Her lips dipped in honey.  She is the object of desire.  She is sensuality.  Mountains move by her grace alone.  Dressed in the cloak of a virgin, she is Cuba.

He stands alone at the crossroads.

Always the joker, never the fool.  He is old man and little boy.  Laughing. Winking.  Walking stick in hand, he stands.  The doors open and close.  He speaks in riddles, but shows the way.

He is balance.

He governs the head.  The right thinking mind.  Ensconced in robes of white.  Unmoved by passion.  The water he takes, as clear as his vision.  He is pure.  He is justice.

And there, over there, is our mother.

Covered in fathoms of blue, she is creation.  Gentle.  Calm.  Predictable. Fierce, unforgiving and violent.   She is the giver and taker of life.  She commands respect.  I give it willingly.  Happily.

They sit at the table we have prepared.

Place cards like menus listing their many names.  Parts of the whole.  Pieces of the puzzle.  Aspects of divinity and man.  Living, breathing, ancient truths.  Gatekeepers of God, the human soul, the universe.

I love them.  I have always loved them.