Sentinels in the Forest

Lay down your burdens old girl.
Those thoughts tighten your belly til they have you sick.

Til you’re walking around your concrete jungle thinking that sickness is your norm.
Lay yourself down by my streams and exhale.

Unravel.
Give your belly of worries over to me.

Go sit among your Oak Tree Sisters.
Steady and vital they will hold your heavy heart.
They will hold your powerful wail.
They will ground that wicked energy pulsing through you.
To help you get through to Relief.

As you tremble and unwind watch the Grass as she blows with the Wind.
Find the Sentinels in the forest.
Sit with them.
Receive Darshan.

Sing with the Ravens.
Dance with the Thunder.

Let the rain drops give your tears permission to fall and bless our Earth.
Give yourself over to the Lightening.
Let its crackle stir your density up.
Out it goes!

Ha Ha Ha.

And the sun comes out.
Spacious and bright.
A new day comes here in this moment.

Ancient Grace

There’s an ache in my chest 

She speaks to me through Feelings

Gasps I take 

Bolsters I lay over

Salves I spread 

Always present, never not there

To soothe this I’ve begun singing 

It’s here that the ache in my chest speaks to me 

She quivers with delight as she sees her potential liberation 

This ache knows me so well

She’s seen my attempt to love her 

To care for her writhing 

To ease her colicky ways 

She’s ancient Grace

A gift planted deep inside 

Abandon

Complete Abandon 

Her yearning to be freed through sound is unbearable to me. 

Her roots sprout and slithering through my body deep down into the earth. 

Preparing me to be anchored as I open to the power of prayer through song.

She’s teaching me. It’s amazing. 

Two parts.

Grounding in

Opening up 

At the same time 

Soaring with oblivion 

Steadied in rich soil

A body full of breath 

A familiarity with awareness

I manage this Instrument of Wonder. 

Sing sister sing.

Let me serenade you

Hold you.

Take up space around you 

I am just getting to know this wisdom

This ancient Grace

It’s part of me

But right now I don’t call it mine

This wisdom is that of those that came before me

I can feel them in my throat 

The effervescence 

The ache in my chest 

This portal has awakened 

When asked what it is I do 

I’ve always answered… 

I sing but with energy. 

I am anchored in awakening

Being pummeled by my forgetting

And by an Ancient Grace being loose in my uptightness. 

A Love Song for Creation, Pt.4

You knocked but I couldn’t let you in yet. 

I was experiencing the taste of love unified

I’d come from nothing, just an urge to be

All the way to this feeling, Love

I was in the space between the leaves as they rustled

I was the wind that blew through her hair

I was her relief and also her breath

As she danced in my divinity, I danced too. 

I wasn’t ready yet to let Love go. 

But it was time.

You knocked.  

You drew me back from my immersion 

Into the visceral 

Into remembering

Ananda, Spanda, All of it, Everything, I am

You whispered your musings to me and told me it was your turn

You told me it’d be different

My urge to be had created this

My longing to feel

You knocked again, and this time came in

Terror, Love’s sister.

Here to sing your song

A Love Song for Creation

Your song being part of the totality of this Great Truth

Equal in right to be here now.

The other side of Love. 

But Different. 

You were to come in as Love was being hanged 

You caught her at the end of her gasped and strangled exhale

And held on

And as she passed you entered into the world through the hearts of each person who watched their Mother be hanged. 

It was a new day

A dark day

A day the people were told not to grieve

While this was supposed to be your birthday

It became the day you were exiled.

The day you were rejected

The day the map disappeared.

The people did not mourn the lost of Love

They never felt their feelings

They buried them

And as a result

Another emotion was born

This was the day Hate came

The people hated what they felt

They hated Terror

They hated you

Instead, of feeling you Terror, they cast you away

They never realized what they felt

That, that Hate was for the one who took Love from them

I tell you this story now to share the way I saw it

Terror, you are part of Love. 

There can be no love without you.

You are strong in your purpose

You make people feel. 

You wake people up. 

What happened on that day I was hanged 

The pendulum swung fast and far 

And the hearts of the people got stuck halfway through their pain

There was no grieving. 

There was no being held. 

The process of evoking you was not fully completed

The knowledge and map that comes from traversing through you, Terror was never experienced. 

I tell this story today, so that the people

Can welcome you once again, Terror

On their knees

Just as they revere and pray for Love

So that they may release Hate

And come full circle 

Back to their Mother

Instrument of Wonder

At the turn of darkness to light, the full moon

I sat in the feeling of being hunted down, terrorized, and found.

I saw it. I saw them coming. I felt the fear. I tasted the response to hide. 

It wasn’t me or mine.

But it was that of a light keeper hiding in plain sight.

This part I don’t know.

She has to swallow that terror and alchemize it or she will always be able

to be hunted and prayed upon by the darkness.

Menaced by the lost and lurking.

What are the prayers?

The Dali Lama chants the Maha Mrityunjaya.

What is my prayer?

Who or what will midwife me through the terror?

Keep me safe while I traverse the lands of scarcity, ruin, bodily fluids, debauchery, lose of container and control.

Please call the midwives together for this return, Mother.

How many walls or sacred tools and energy and time can I keep between “my” sacred and that which is sacred; that which lurks?

My dharma is to unify with the darkness and midwife unity into consciousness. 

To play. And pray.

And I need all of the helpers now. Please present yourselves.

Please bring the knowledge and the tools. Please guide my way.

Please have my back and breath.

I am laying myself in your hands with awareness.

May the web of ancestors and the lineage of the light keepers open themselves to me and show me the path.

Make the path visible.

Guide and walk with me together now as we have always done forever.

I remember.

I am here now. 

I am this form.

Shake off the dust of my pyramid.

Let the great winds blow through the hillsides and caress my body.

Let the leaves rustling with the wind be my ears.

The grasses dancing be my digestion.

The soil thick and rich my nervous system.

The water, my breath.

Let the animals be my blood.

And all the people of the Earth and their movement be my migration, my circulation.

Posses me. Fill me.

Make me an Instrument of Wonder.

And bring me my floor.

On my knees I bow down and touch the Earth.

United. Hands on me for prayer.

You are welcomed. You are here.

You have arrived.