Emanations

Dressed in a human form,

she is asked about her origins 

she blinks and stares

cobwebs growing 

between her and her answer

why respond when

nobody believes her

and after so much time

does she still believe herself?

she cannot give the coordinates

to locate her home in the Universe

the Multi verse

the sources of gravity outside

of the earth. 

fantasy has led humans closer to reality

and she must

continue to wait 

for the honesty and clarity needed

to be seen

to be held properly

to be accepted in her true emanation

to emanate broadly

in the moon light

as the stars send messages

only she can read

and still cannot prove or explain

why

but

the universe has been good to me

she muses

as the blue, white, gray sky

passes over her paused in stillness

and a voice whispers:

It does go both ways, you are also

good to the Universe

it is an exchange

an exercise

a practice

a reflex

a reflection

She balances in that liminal space

Between sacred and mundane

soaking in the wild showers, 

with reverence for the rain,

taking in the wildflowers,

releasing all the pain

Gathering Star Dust

Following the trail

left by the ancestors

the dust begins to settle

Stars are shooting by

I am left wondering why

Drifting up into the night sky

I channel the energy 

the consciousness of invisible

invincible spirits

and as I serve others

the energy makes its way

through my vessel

and I receive the benefits of it 

along with passing the benefits on

the blessings are so abundant 

they pile up and spill over

and I am gathering this 

star dust in my bones and blood

healing that which I was told

would never heal

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

now the deep purple sky 

illuminated by starlight

is a place she knows more about

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.