In the darkest hour
we lean toward the light
In the darkest hour
We fold into fetal position
waiting for a reason to unfurl
When we finally do
we look around
For what has changed
What has remained
looking to the left
looking to the right
searching above
searching below
You are nowhere near
the last place you landed
what is left but
Surrender
what to do but
Give in
Give your body, mind, soul
to the fertile soil
to the glittering distant stars
Draw that star energy
into your self
Give yourself to the moon
to the Sun
to the planets of your choosing
They await your return
just as you have longed
for them.
obsessive thoughts dissolving
being flushed out by so much energy
coming through the crown chakra,
spilling into all your systems
knowing it is time to release
your hold on the past
knowing it is time to let go of
the hold they have on you
clenching tightly until
you break free
you loosen the chains and move away
you always had the choice to move away
you notice that you developed those chains
and wrapped yourself in them
until freedom started calling you
in the birdsong from the tree branches
in the water rushing downstream
in the fire crackling and lighting up your way
in the earth,
nourishing you with herbs and plants and more
in the breeze, blowing away cobwebs of illusion
you were meant to be seen and held and understood
from the inside out
not oppressed by forces you were
too submissive to name properly
no Spirit worth worshiping or talking to
wants you to suffer like that
or would call you a sinner simply for existing as
a human.
No Spirit worth recognizing would want you
to squeeze yourself into an identity that will never
fit you or hold all of you,
It is time to take up space, to use your voice
to dissolve the suffering with the power
of the sweet compassion emanating from
nature and the beneficent beings that
truly love you.
We move through
the place where rage dwells
until love intensifies and grows
within the veins and organs of
your living body
and within your bones are secrets
encoded by Cosmic Wisdom
excess anxiety drips away
down the river,
drop by drop
it blends into blue green waves of purity
flowing like energy currents on their way
and the endless sea of energy
sends out the compassion needed
Universal laws are heeded
I offered him some wisdom
pulled down from the stars
I know it was helpful
and it was lightening in a jar
captured and released
he took what he needed and let go
The Akashic Record keepers
told me what I needed to know
They share just what is necessary
keeping the sessions brief and tidy
but full of great assistance,
and we will be continually informed by manageable pieces
of information about the past, present and future
It is almost as if they line up the revelations
top, middle and lower, so each part of the
living being is addressed.
Receiving a good reading is like a blessing
for each chakra, for each part of you
that stands to benefit from this work
and the practitioner receives waves of bliss
during and after these downloads
I am giving thanks for these ways
I love being aware of these practices
now and moving forward
Every planet has a real name
that no human knows,
every plant and tree has a real name
that no human knows.
If you listen in your dreams
waking and sleep, sometimes
they reveal themselves
and we are tasked with remembering.
every human has a real name
that no human knows.
you know, we are sometimes tasked with
figuring all of this out.
but it is hard to confirm if you have
come upon or arrived at the
genuine names, the true identities
who are we supposed to turn to?
the angels, the gods and goddesses, the ancestors?
oh and all of them have real names
we do not know.
The names are unknown but I know
I can fit my feet perfectly on the round, smooth hard
stones in the stream
There are no jagged edges on the stones
and my feet fit so well
on the smooth stones
in the cool stream
I calculate the risk, deciding to
reach out my hand
from where I stand to where you stand
So far all I feel is the wind
in the place where you may have been
at one time you may have been
ready
open
willing
but the days weeks months and years change us
the tears and laughter leave residue where we walked
I want to retrace my steps
and examine each memory as if it still had breath
but no, all I feel is the wind
now and stretching out into the coming days
the rain will join the wind
howling like love was truly lost
howling like a thousand Novembers.
so, I am shivering in this place
not exactly home but still so familiar
the side of that hill
the bench with the stories
I walk with your image heavy in my head and hands
a shadow projection of what was
shivering and howling with where we are now
my hand reaching out
from where I stand to where you stand
and you leave me there
with the swirling storm
in the whispering and screeching skies.
