We do not need to idealize some
Some people want to control the narrative
so badly
that they write the peace
in our humanity
out of the picture.
Never forget that
some who became leaders
who claim power
are there strictly to
abuse it
Never forget that
humanity is forged from
compassion, beauty
and truth
Those who aim to
tear that down
will never win,
mark my words.
one reminder
water--
peaceful reminder
to receive cleansing purification
washing away confusion
bringing in clarity
still waters above
turbulence below
transforming and transcending
until you align with it
release the old
and in with the new
one reminder
Air--
light breezes remind you to breathe
blows away cobwebs of illusion
clears and fills and clears the space
over and over until
the view changes.
one reminder--
earth --
the soil ready for plants to grow
rocky sand on the road into
the future
red dragonflies leading
new ways each step
after each step and again
the perspective changes
one reminder
the fire--
illuminates
what needs to go and
become the ashes
which are proof that
that the power of fire
transformed it.
earth air fire water and
the Cosmic Universal
Source Spirit
receives you at any time
calling you home
whispering in
every language
all at once
Jumping from rock to rock
jagged sharp edges and shards of glass
become smooth white sand
beneath my feet
changing the instant these feet make contact
with the sharpness and danger.
I release the fear of moving
knowing I have the power of shifting
white sands to carry me through
any of the chaos or pain or numbness
the angels hold me up
loving ancestors help me ground.
The body is a neutral vessel
that is home for the soul and spirit
it is illusion and dishonesty
that leads us away from aligning
with this truth.
In Creators' dream, we are
whole, safe, free and loved.
we need no scriptures
written by flawed men
just need to read the labradorite
the quartz crystal,
the selenite,
the turquoise,
the moon stone,
the amber
the palo santo smoke
the sage leaves
the ripples of waves from
bodies of water.
Cool breezes like the breath of life
like fire protects from the cold
like water cleanses without asking
why you are so poisoned and filthy
earth becomes as soft as needed
when you accept your sacred place in the cosmos
it takes only this knowledge
to feel who and why we are here.
I have more than
questions now
I have aches and longing
and laughter that changes the whole room
even when I am the only one in it
I have more than questions
I have timid answers that want to be humble
that do not want to ruffle feathers
but do want to burn down
the structures of oppression and systemic violence
and allow the collective phoenix to rise
and that is not polite
let us allow real authenticity to lead us
you do not need to be angry to be authentic
but being angry can be authentic and cathartic and real
I have more than questions
for all of us
for each and everyone
for myself and
my family
for the strangers and the
closest to me
and the questions hit the wall with force
then slide down to the floor
are they useless?
No, beyond the questions is hope
there is faith
there is a belief in healing and improvement
there are dense green forest mountainsides
blue rivers in deep valleys, rainbow light
in the mist
of waterfalls crashing
into pools below
and invisible signs that are screaming
Do not extract, do not exploit!!
but I am not sure who else
hears the screams.
moonlight on the path
gives way to the dawn
summer dies into fall
winter arrives in humble glory
spring pushes the plants
from under to above
I loved you with each step I took
each heartbeat, each stolen look
rain fall that overshadows all
washes away the poison
until only what we cannot see
remains
glorious samsara sunset
slipping down past the horizon
shining less and less on the pain
until we cannot hear or see
still, we can feel
moments that are way too real.
hungry ghosts who dwell among us
are felt at twilight
seen in the shadows
when light flickers over them
I loved you with each step I took
each heartbeat, each stolen look.
It was when the raven touched down
I felt the ground shake
it was when the crow sang out her message
in a crow's language
I felt the earth rumble
It was when the waves crashed on the sand
I felt the earth tremble
It was all the sounds and sensations
pointing to change
pointing to a way to rearrange
and a chance to escape
what seems inevitable
the birds touch down
they pause with their talons holding onto branches
in that liminal moment
where one world has not dissolved yet
and the new one has not surfaced
has not materialized
how long will we spend in this limbo?
how long will the animals point the way
all of the tree branches sending out signals
the roots of the trees sending out signals
this home planet twirling in slow motion around a
bright and proud star
but this sun is not permanent
and we are still in limbo
we are still liminal
how long will we cast shadows?
how long will we make footprints on the sand
on the soil
how long will our souls endure the torment
before giving out
something has to give
who or what will it be?
