Shooting Spark,

by J. W. Cassandra

I wrote the poem Shooting Spark [1] yet in August 2025, a few days before the Celestial Companions, the Odd-old. Because of the similarity of their themes and tones, I placed it into the cycle entitled "I Pay Homage to the Sacrificing, Pure Light" of my poetry book XIII, entitled "Ten Thousand-fold Sun", together with the poem "Celestial Companions the Old-odd" previously published here. Thus, the two poems relate to the theme of sacrifice. However, I publish both of them here, because they belong, also, to my most recent poems. 

The present poem is one of my so-called couple poems. These can be found scattered in my nineteen poetry books so far. They are pair poems because they are either two interrelated, rhyming or contradictory poems; or there are two persons present within the poem: the lyrical self and the person he or she addresses, usually in the second person singular.

The poem begins with a cosmic image: "the blood of the stars is taken", and at the same time, "on the water of lower life, a vortex arises". The latter is also shamanistic in addition to the cosmic perspective.

The rest of the poem is about sacrifice and renewal, and the final stanza ends with the sacrifice. Until the first sacrifice is made by the lyrical self, the final is made by the person addressed by him or her. Since the lyrical self speaks to the person addressed in the second person, it can be anyone - this aspect makes it personal.

[1] The title I translated intentionally with the word "shooting" for it refers to the 'shooting star', anyway, the original poem has a title with the meaning 'falling'. In Hungarian, the expression 'shooting star' sounds like 'falling star', from this aspect, I had the idea.

If the blood of the stars

is taken,
On the water of lower life, a vortex
arises;

If the blood of the star
is sparkling light,
He whom the sparkle attains
is revived.

Shooting spark – falling
Rose petals:
My sweet blood for you
I sacrifice.

And if you return revived
in light,
You sing and narrate about Eternal,
you write...

Then, among shooting stars
you cry out:
Finally you intuit
my sacrifice!

Given that, on the waters of lower life
you oar toward me:
The vortex closes, you
are no longer attained by it.

Shooting spark – falling
rose petals:
Your sweet blood for me
you sacrifice.

Written: 15 / 08. 2025, by J. W. Cassandra
Translated: 16 / 08. 2025, by J. W. Cassandra

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