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Three elders

Stretching and straining
To hold it all in
The seams are coming undone
And all that lingers still
Within me is considering mutany
Three elders watch silently
As the expanding fear
Pushes against my fillings-
And while I know the future,
Not yet visible,
Is of no concern for me-
The tightening of my chest
And the pulling of my seams
Is uncomfortable yet-
Grandfathers show me another way!
Still the silence and speak!
I am listening for your clarity,
I am drowning beneath my own
Uncertainty and doubt-
Tokens from dreams line my pockets
And my heart begs for release
From these times
Truth be told- this journey is one of hope
But not for me

Ancestors and Divine

Swimming in a lake of fire
Flames- orange, red and blue
Surround me
Full of faces and voices-
The water, tepid, not boiled
Soothes my face and body
As songs of old play lightly
In the background of my mind-
What insight will greet me
As I flow under the depth and wave?
I give myself over to the flames
Becoming stripped of all I am not
Risen to, through, a light more kind
And forgiving
I learn to listen with my eye
As my heart translates the pain
Until understanding is burned
Again into this consciousness
And I free myself to dive
Into the wisdom of my ancestors
And divine

Flying

I stretch and strain to find the light
Reaching into the far corners of my being
Growing towards something
I cannot see
But somehow know is there
I release the hold my ego has
Upon my soul
And take flight- On unsure wings
I fly
Bursting through clouds and winds
I am nothing- as light as a smile
And free as the echoes that
Linger still in the past of my mind
Without fear I glide
Towards that which I cannot see
And into a beyond yet to be

Waiting

the light of my eyes is still shining
birds are still singing
this heart, yearning for more,
weeps inside my chest
locked down, inside this tyrant of mind
i can hear the soldiers buzzing
and bells ringing
and all that was, stripping bare-
my bosom quietly connecting
to time, flowing between what was
and what is yet to be
mother has taken us through with golden hands
of love and compassion
yet my body, sits here, in wait
wondering what will become of this new reality
I am caught between peace and a total unraveling
and I am waiting for you,
to find my soul upon the ridges of that sacred land…
my falcon, and my red breasted hawk
search and reach for the coming of a new day
and within my eyes, i smile
for i know it is all part of the plan

On the shadow side

I was on the shadow side of things
Cloaked in purple and hidden
An owl was with me
She reminded me to look deeply
And see through the darkness
I heard a woman’s voice
Crying for help- like an echo
Help me – help me
And I washed her in purple light
And told her she was safe
Masks are being removed
As the veil between grows thin
And the deeper into the shadows I go
The fuller I find to heal

Sway

The wind calls to me
Singing ancient tunes from far away
My heart hears the words,
Whispers of lifetimes past,
And she is exalted beyond the veil
To see, to feel, to be!
And the earth, she holds me in her womb
As the music plays and rustles
My heart, she sways
Rooted in and lost to the echoes
Of what was and remains still
Within the beating of this moment

A dead bee

A dead bee stung my foot today
Awakening me from reverie
And prayer
It ached and surprised-
Realizing this fate of flying,
This fear of letting go,
Echoes scream my name in dream-
To open up and awaken what’s mine!
I hide, and this sting-
open eyes-
screaming my name-
a supernatural remind-
To stop and listen and let go of what
Is no longer mine….
Oh king of bees, your sacrifice!
But a little thing lying in wait for me
Supremely divine

Essence of me

The stillness covers me
My being- Naked and glowing-
Rises to her touch
To her silence, as she invades the darkest
Corners of me
My heart, opening as dew drenched petals To her light,
melts away upon her breath
Whispering soft nothings to me
How I long for her, urge my being towards her bosom, to her legs- now wrapping upon me
Like a soft climbing weed, swallowing the very Essence of me

Not Enough

Fear clings to me
This damp shade of doubt
That lines my thoughts and actions
Blurring the edges of my vision
Until there is nothing left to hold
This fear echoes
I am not good enough
Thin enough
Smart enough
Gifted enough
To follow my dreams and wishes
Oh how life lingers so
Waiting for me to come clean
Of this damp and clinging darkness

Inner Child

Smiling so big, so bright
My love returned to me
From the darkest corners
Dusty and hopeless
She emerged, frightened
Confused, unsure
And I held her hand as she healed
From the pain
And she joined me at my throne
In my temple
Beside my heart
Smiling now, she giggles
I can hear her footfalls echo
With laughter
The return of me! How blessed is
My heart, my soul, my very being?
For her return signals an end to night