Sacred Collective Contract

 

 

Sometimes there are moments

Hemorrhaging with intensity

That seem to ask more of us

 Than we ever thought we could give.

There are days that stand out glaring

From other days

Building rhythm upon rhythm of

Staggering and real emotions

I cannot say with certainty that this is just the Kali Yuga, the dark age,

and the impending Satya Yuga, the peaceful age

 will come to soothe us after this, no

I cannot name it that way.

This is a moment in time that astrologers have

Much to say about but I cannot find refuge

In their words and assertions.

I must sit upright, stand upright and admit

How close to the edge this all feels right now.

So many people repeating that they too

Cannot breathe, but I am unlike them

And I know I must take deeper breaths

Breathing into my core, while I still can and because

So many could not. I will breathe with intention

With compassion, and commit myself to action

Taking action for the countless atrocities we are collecting

On record, and for those we name, and cannot name because

We never knew their names. Those unnamed have stories

That fill the nights with a presence that makes my eyes tear up, my throat dry,

And we all know why.

And so as the moments of right now reverberate off the walls surrounding us,

Perhaps we go outside and dig our hands into dirt, perhaps we give water to the green growing things

That sustain our lives and health. Perhaps we learn that we are multidimensional

Multifaceted creatures that can create better outcomes, healthier and more beautiful

Outcomes, that can create better internal worlds that translate into a more sustainable,

Just external world. We are these beings, in this moment of time and it is our sacred collective

Contract to do our parts in the grand scheme of creating a world better than and beyond our

Wildest dreams.

soul family- love brings us into the light

layers of kindness leading to the core

his vibration holding mine together

when I would potentially fall into fragmentation

seeing through evil and violence and creating peace in their place

fabrication of a life that our loving ancestors would bless

harming none, doing what he will. 

always planning on ways to contribute to the healing of those 

he knew or never knew but in a broader sense, always loved. 

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sharing her grace effortlessly, with so many beings

seeing through injustice and violence, 

creating love and togetherness in their place

improving the lives of not only her children but

other peoples' children, rippling out into a broken world

taking in what was broken, making it whole once more.

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multi-talented artist, showing us paths to beauty

resonating with a spirit energy 

of laughter, love, and gentle transformations

her compassion has layers and 

she may choose to stay unrevealed to some

but if you are blessed enough for her to let you in,

stay awhile.

Room to grieve

 I am the grandmother of beginnings

the sister of reluctant endings

I can be reduced to snowflake ashes

to the footprints of your eyelashes

I am the essence of constant change and will rearrange 

all you tried to believe

I will give you room to grieve

I cupped sand in my palms

gazed at the ocean 

grasped roots between toes

digging feet into earth

fertilized. 

a whole new angel

with a wicked tongue

I unleash silver pellets of truth

I don't mean to brag, I am a very young hag

in the sweetest sense

I am a newborn, a whole new wand

reflection in the pond of your life

the ripples the strife the sacred knife

which severs all you wanted and tried to believe

I will give you room to grieve

moonquakes and earth light

 ocean is a teacher 

forest is a teacher

the moss and the mist are teachers

moonlight is a teacher

emerald earth is some kind of teacher

without human credentials but superior to our human systems

I learned the way to self worth

was identifying with the stones and the plants and the water

this wave of self worth every so often has 

led to self protection, and

how I have learned from animals, from icicle caves and 

rock solid monuments

from the stillness and the movement

from the open hand and the closed fist 

from all the teachers who give lessons for free

spiraling out from all that has been to all that could be

among feelings

underlying all the wishes for a happy new year

weaving in and out of our multifaceted thoughts

clinging to us like smoke swirling around

is the feeling that we are held captive

by a man

who will hold the nuclear codes

among other indications of massive power

the feeling that there will be inevitable and unspeakable suffering

at his hands, by his decisions 

the feeling that no matter how unfair and how disproportionate the unfairness

we will have to overcome. 

we have to think of the kinds of resistance, the ways of fighting back

that will not get us locked up or maybe killed, depending on who we are. 

this is a man so desperate to control all narratives that he threatens 

the journalists, the story tellers, the truth tellers, the trumpets. 

Our lives, our freedoms, our voices, are choices are all 

on the chopping block, so it appears

So, you take a walk in these few days left before he takes office

you notice the flowers, the freshness of the breeze that lifts leaves higher than they were

you notice the quality of the winter light, knowing light is returning now, although

the days are still shorter than they were

you notice light is returning. you notice memories of times that oppression and violence

were intertwined with everyday life. you remember Gaza, right now, and your heart goes out

reaching far over in the distance landing with the people of Gaza, right now. 

You feel that the ancestors alive inside you are part of that light that is returning and 

you must make it through this. you must endure. 

And as you endure, moment by moment

the strength and clarity that helps you survive, and helps all of us survive, is 

deepening into your skin, your organs, your bones. 

and songs of resilience arise from these same bones. 

and you feel this upswelling will somehow, some way, be enough

for the unknown, the unknowable. 

ask me

(from 2009)

I have looked on your face

long and hard

the mask, the mirror

I have drawn many conclusions

in and out

more song than my voice has room for

ecstatic, mystical moments are vaporized right now

because I miss you

in the craziest of ways

All your qualities enlisted by this memory

ask me again

I will tell you I love you

spilling like jewels

I speak to the cool grass

under bare feet

I speak to the shifting skies

under which we meet

I speak to the breezes lost and found

to the essence of the energies felt all around 

and no matter where or who I turn to

it all leads me back to you

the truth of it spilling like rare jewels

sharing themselves, showing themselves

with abandon. 

I am asking for guidance from all of these sources

I am watching the rise and fall, the undulating waves of these forces

and still, I lack conclusions because the ongoing questions stretch out

across valleys, over mountains and wild seas

devotion, compassion, love, forgiveness, are ingredients, all of these

promising beauty in the results 

teaching new lessons and some of the same

sparkling in my eyes when I say your name

when will all the parts come together, with a knowing?

while I commit so many times, to never stop growing