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  • Sun Gate

    The sun comes up beyond the gate,

    Its light sifts through in fragments.

    Can we remember that the sun will rise above us too?

    At times, this arc may feel imperceptibly slow….

    In those moments, can we see that the fractals playing through the gates

    that we sometimes construct ourselves

    Are just as beautiful as the full brilliance of the sun?

    For they are shreds of the same source that warm us.

    This light that fills the sky,

    Ancient virgin who bears pure life into all the barren spaces.

    Sun sparks of creativity and we remember our connection.

    Sometimes the gate even opens and allows sun to flow in like a river,

    Surging forth its illumination of inspiration,

    Sometimes coming in waves of ebb and flow.

    And then again, speckled like glitter that adorns our body,

    Permeating skin to touch soul.

    Sun sparkles spirit into animation

    Of hope, love, connection, clarity, permanence, inspiration.

    The gate is unlocked.

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  • Belonging

    Longing to be

    To be me in this place

    And then again, that place

    This situation, these people…

    Are they mine,

    Am I theirs?

    Is there ever really a place to be,

    Or a state to be,

    Where we can truly, fully be?

    To be free in the context we find ourselves in,

    To express our uniqueness and our sameness,

    To share our joys and our sorrows,

    Without judgement or worry of acceptance.

    The word having longing in it….

    Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy that we must

    Always long to be?

    Not only in relations and contexts,

    But simply being…..

    Is that our longing?

  • Full Moon Release

    With root gem-

    I release insecurity of scarcity.

    With heart gem-

    I tear down walls around my heart.

    With throat gem-

    I let go of creative blocks.

    Releasing into Earth,

    To neutralize and dissipate.

    Thanking Earth and her rare beauty,

    Her gems’ energies.

    Thanking Moon for her luminescence in fullness,

    Her powerful charge.

    Thanking those who have mined these gems,

    Even at their own lives’ peril.

    Clearing, cleansing, allowing space inside me.

    For nothing now, only breath.

  • Gift of Dawn

    Still pink dawn of morning,

    Pale moon faint in sky becoming sleepy with day.

    The whisperings of in-between hours

    Melting thoughts away as dreams fade too.

    The quietness of nothing,

    Neither beaconing nor faltering.

    Choosing now for itself

    To pour brilliance over land

    in slow spatterings of sunbeams

    as they trickle to earth.

    Soft dew recedes as moon calls each drop home again.

    Exhaling her gift of dawn as sweet heartbreath,

    Moon empties of self.

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  • Center Ground

    Feeling grounded and centered in practice,

    From the roots of feet through the crown of head.

    In toes and fingers as they touch earth, each one.

    Feeling grounded and centered in core womanhood,

    In earth stance, feet wide hips low tailbone drops.

    Breath big expansion across shoulders back and front,

    Heart opens proud yet soft.

    Chins settles, relaxing neck sides and back.

    Grounded enough to not be swayed by turbulent water winds of body,

    Allowing all to flow together into center, steady melting.

    Upright again as mountain from earth that always is through every change.

    Calm, grounded center within, without.

    From this place, live life embodied.

  • Wheels

    Spinning wheels

    Spokes poke my brain

    Until there’s no matter left

    Until nothing really matters.

    The friction from the spinning

    Heating up my entire body

    Tension pulls me tightly

    Repeating revolutions.

    We’ve come this way before

    Over this same ground

    Around and around

    The wheels spinning.

  • Soul and Spirit

    The stillness of Soul

    Space that holds all.

    Sitting in meditation as Soul

    Connection.

    The movement of Spirit, inspiration

    Dancing into action.

    Creating art, music, change,

    Water moving across earth.

    Earth always steady

    Lovingly holding water.

    As Spirit flows, Soul ebbs to allow her shine,

    Yet always remains constant.

    Soul amazed by Spirit’s grace.

    And Spirit emboldened by Soul’s embrace.

    Soul and Spirit together, One.

    Breathing together in creation and destruction.

    Ebbing and flowing in rhythmic harmony.

    Ripples glistening on the vast sea that never ends.

    Swell and calm, foreground to background.

    The pulsation of life,

    Divine woman and man breathing as One.

    The richness of experiencing and knowing.

    Of becoming and being.

  • Thin Veil

    Calling in those who have gone before,

    Breathing their loving spirits into my heart.

    Even though I am here now,

    This now and here also contains them.

    Somehow through all time and space,

    We are still here together.

    And this comforts me in knowing that when I am no longer of this body and mind,

    I will still be with those I leave behind.

    And the spirits we call in are always already here,

    So there is no loss.

    Everything that is not matter that truly matters

    Is here now, with us, in us, of us.

    My loved ones come through me now,

    Comprising who I am today,

    Bestowing everlasting gifts which I too may share.

    All we leave behind is always a breath away.

    The veil is thin and rustles in the stillness.

  • Lifted From the Ashes

    Woke up to ash covering everything the other day.

    What did this mean for a new life here?

    Am I flying too close to the sun, melting my wings, crashing and burning?

    Or will I rise from the ashes like the phoenix in glory?

    Today, we can breathe again, we can see again.

    Lifted from the ashes, at least for now.

    I realize the surrender inherent in this,

    To be ok with waking up to whatever is.

    Allowing the feelings of fear of the unknown, and hope and promise,

    To swell and quell, ebb and flow.

    All part of earth’s journey, of the human journey.

    Experiencing the intertwining of it all this close,

    To touch, see, smell, taste, and hear it all in real time.

    Am I ready to be fully alive and human,

    In all its smokiness, its ashiness, its fieriness, its power?

    In all its clarity, its expansiveness, its creativity, its abundance?

    Am I ready to surrender to the earth’s rhythms, to the beat of the fully alive human heart?

    I sense that I am.

    Standing on the precipice of the mountain,

    Surveying the contours above, below, and within.

    Touching, as I listen to my own heart as part of the whole rhythm,

    A deeper sense of belonging and knowing.

    Feeling closer to freedom even in the perils of jumping.

    Of flying, of surrendering, of opening my wings even if they get burned.

    From a place of deep knowing that I will always rise from the ashes,

    No matter what form I may take next.

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  • Perhaps Freedom

    Perhaps freedom is independence.

    Independence in choosing where and how you want to be.

    In choosing who you share life with and what you want to do.

    Perhaps freedom is knowing that no matter what now seems like an obstacle

    Can always be transformed into a stepping stone on your path to new life.

    Perhaps freedom is finding the strength to not allow yourself to be burdened by

    The mundane parts of the day or the parts that try to draw you backwards.

    Perhaps freedom is knowing that you hold the power and the wisdom of the Universe

    Inside your very own Self.

    Perhaps freedom is choosing to surrender and let go of the need to control outcomes and expectations of what perfection looks like.

    Perhaps freedom is breathing in fresh air and taking root on the Earth,

    Feeling the heartbeats of our ancestors and giving gratitude for this alone.

    Perhaps freedom is whispering, “Thank you” to the past and the future,

    Right here, right now.

    Perhaps freedom is what you are free to choose to believe and to feel

    each new moment of each new day.

    Perhaps freedom is ours for the choosing.