eclipse

the rising moon

casts shadows

while crackling fire flames

are licking at the split wood 

stacked high 

preparing for a long night

she has mysteries

in her cells and 

a lunar eclipse 

opens up the heart

and lets in the light that darkness

only paused

for a few moments

for minutes

now the purple sky 

is the one place she knows more 

then she knows herself

honesty and hunger

cascading down

onto the salty tides

water falling on water

waiting for 

nothing

and nothing standing 

in her way. 

Ready: New Chant lyrics

 the wind

the water

the center

the earth 

and the fire

(Repeat 5 lines twice)

Spirit, come here

we are ready

Spirit, come here 

we've been waiting

(Repeat 4 lines twice)

Creator be here now

we offer up prayer 

with all that we are

under the sky and breathing the air

Creator be here now

(Repeat 4 lines twice)

Create a melody to each part and sing it

altogether. Make it easy enough for many

folks to be able to sing along.

Grey into Black

Ocean throwing salty waves

like coins into a fountain

part of me 

split off and slipped 

into the abyss

while I held on

for dear life

so that others would not

have to grieve my loss

so early on

I chose to live for others

until I could live for myself

allowing the body to heal

comes naturally

Allowing the mind and heart 

to heal must be a conscious choice

my life bloomed with flowers

and flowed like a river

without grass or rocks

impeding its flow

the healing goddess

entered my system

and helped me function

movement of ocean

rivers, streams, lakes, waterfalls

rain falling

leaving rivulets

flowing down streets

grey into black

and there are ways to tell time

to mark the passage of time

but I wonder if nobody noticed it

would we float around in pure consciousness

and light?

would we love with less limitations

since we would not know it could end?

and at some point, along the way, we get free

allowing it all to unfold

with peace and 

unfettered transformations 

where water meets sky

 Earth

Is a waiting room

With waterfalls and flowers

With animals and

Rewards for your patience

If you sit still

You can watch living things

Grow

And

Grow

Until it is clear

That we all know

After the waiting room

We disperse into all directions

Into any or many or no

Directions

Feeling any or many or no

Emotions

Plant your feet in the earth

Dig them into the sand

Earth will surround your feet

Hold them

For only moments

Broken down into

A dream

With any or many or no

mistakes

Staring at the horizon

Where water meets sky

And the messiness

Of meaning and purpose

Dissolves

Into puddles that pool around your feet

Planted

In the ground

Or sinking into the sand

Earth is a waiting room

And

always has been

We can know

If I emptied myself of words,

which many of us wish to do

what would remain

and align with the redwood forests?

with fog moving swiftly through the

forest air 

ending up gently on the soil

invisible relationship of air to earth

but it has its own music

of the natural atmosphere

and only therein can my words

dissipate, dissolve

into an alignment

with cycles of life

death and rebirth

noticing what the humans are doing 

but keeping all that activity at a distance

so that the mind is more able to 

get clear and find peace

more able to 

find and 

internalize peace

There are thousands or millions or more

of exoplanets like earth

that may support life the way earth does

but are far enough away that 

they seem out of reach. 

They are only out of reach physically

but psychically

we can know. 

we can inhale and exhale 

in the imagination of

harnessing the gifts from earth to 

bring to them

offering with love

to what is below

or beside

or above. 

infusion

 part 1.

My softness is calculated

It is weathered and worn

it takes energy and effort to

uphold

yes

easier to simply fold

fold in on myself 

and allow the hardening process to

take over

Let it drive the vehicle for awhile

Let the gentle, vulnerable parts

rest in the backseat

in the cold, in the heat

part 2.

a vibration is an oscillation

a movement

a frequency is how fast or slow 

the oscillation moves

So, I infuse the vibration

with loving kindness

and raise my own frequency

until many can no longer 

see

me

and I am free.

traces

I will make a list

someday

of all the ways out

of here

but it will 

be in some language that

was never invented

I hoped for the best

but never looked back 

to see if it was the best 

or worst 

that landed me 

where I ended up

I thought in codes

that nobody could 

break into

 I felt all the feelings

with distance from 

me and them

it was like all those things

 that happened

happened to someone else 

no, it could not have

happened to me 

I will make a list

and a plan

a blueprint

and a map

but I will not show them

I will not share them

like incense smoke, all of it

will evaporate

and leave a scent lingering

the only way to trace me

and then I will be

long gone