pushing at the sky

 embracing mortality 

for the relief it brings

because the suffering in existence

has its end. a finality, a blessing. 

and there is no real end, 

only transformation, endless ascension

eventual absolution if you can call it that

I am comforted to know, I will age and let go

let it all slip from me

like a so very distant memory

until the screen is blank and the

game is reset

and the start is a fresh one

unless human again, unless mortal again

unless back into form.

but that formlessness, that release into the ethers

is a gift. and it is all mystery

where consciousness goes as matter composts

changing its composition and becoming nutrition

for other creatures. that magic in the balance of the dance

the dream of the dance, the longing that dwells in 

the hearts of waking ones. how will I wake up?

How will I look up when my perspective is altered 

by heavy experience interwoven into my very limited human awareness

Maybe I will look up for the clouds, the birds, the tree branches pushing at the sky

maybe I will let that be enough to liberate my perspective. 

calling back in all the beauty that eluded me when I was distracted.

becoming present for new moments. new beauty. new forms to enlist,

new ways to insist

in the meaning behind the incarnations, and that there can be peace

in these formations.

grains of sand fill the cup

pushing their way down, filling all the way up

no longer surprised when I give a healing 

in my dream

reality meets the dreamscape it would seem

gentle power of reiki light

transcending dimensions

moving from waking reality

to dreaming vibrations

to dreaming frequencies

to all the spaces in between

until the sacred light has been felt

and has been seen

lotus

worlds apart

she still tugs on my heart

younger self wanders the halls of memories

flood waters rise up to receive her tears

fire consumes old flashes of pain

and there are still stories

she has never told

for when she utters the truth

the skin beneath is so raw, so exposed

the elements might rush to stain what was left unguarded. 

time spiraling into a palace of spinning words

ways of seeing the past are complicated by dense emotions

complicating what she wanted to be simple

still, flowers grow from the mud

lotus ascending

never ending

and love swoops in

picking up the pieces fallen so long ago, they have become

part of the floor, the garden, the house, 

stomped into the ground

until they don't make a sound. 

birthday poem 2025

unraveling the mysteries

she unfolds like origami

delicate, patient, strong, shaped by divine hands

invoking the oceans, the rivers, the streams

the waterfalls, the down pours

cancer season gives all the reason

for water to flow

like tears you know

faith in the blessings and miracles that will bestow

upon the ones standing outstretched, 

hearts open and raw and healing with the process

of unfolding 

unraveling the mysteries, 

the wounds and shadows 

no longer holding her back

dancing along the borders and outskirts and in liminal spaces

swirling around amidst images of familiar faces

down tunnels leading into the deeper places

unraveling the mysteries

savoring the sauntering pace of grace

unfolding

light gleaming from her practices 

from her solar plexus

from her heart

knowing some secrets from the start, 

true gratitude flowing

with love that is glowing, pondering about

something eternal that cannot 

be adequately, accurately named, that 

powers the electricity in the body, 

making the heartbeat, the blood pulsate,

the breath rise and fall, 

uniting us all.

moments

so, she put her arms around him

as he sobbed, she held his hand

as his cries softened

and it was one of those moments

that truly mattered

amidst so many moments that 

were meaningless

love creates spiraling movement

that gives depth to flat surfaces

gives power to a certain weakness

sit for a spell here, 

stay awhile

Peace is not boring

 So many think that

violence is exciting

and that peace has nothing to offer

But violence is chaos, it drains us

and peace restores us back into sanity

So much beautiful art and love is made

within the vibrations of peace

So much harmony is ringing in the chorus

of peace

So much room to grow

So much information to know

From above and from below

Upon us it will bestow

blessings that reverberate out and all around

with a calm and gentle sound

Peace can do more with less

violence just makes a mess

Within peace, healing grows and glows

we become strong, we emanate truth

and justice, we bow to that which makes us whole

we are given back what violence stole.

what we borrow

 how many times can I hold you close

our two skeletons dressed in human cloth

pressing into each other for a

deeper comfort than words can give

we give each other reasons to live

how many times can I 

petition the loving ancestors

standing just beyond the veil

asking what is this all for anyway?

and why did we borrow their blood, 

the breath of Spirit, 

the movements of sun, moon and wind

how many times 

can I claim love

without ever defining it?

How many times can we

visit the oceans within each other

without almost drowning until 

remembering how to swim?

How many times can I teach you

you have already learned 

all the answers you need

until new prayers arrive

on the shores 

of what is yet to come?

If you are called

Years ago,

I was called to live with Spirit driving me

I was called to live with love leading me

I was called to breathe in, breathe out, burn sage

and release all that doubt. 

now, in present day reality

I am called to listen as much or more than I talk

I am called to walk the walk

especially if I am talking the talk

I am called to offer comfort and a hug 

to anyone in tears,

to offer them some of the wisdom

of these years

or just a space to cry, 

safely without having to explain why

I am called to have reverence for nature

of which I am an integral part

and for anyone who is called, 

loving nature is a place to start

I am called to know that all of us are chosen ones

there is no false hierarchy of beings, 

we are spiraling in and out 

not above or below each other

we are spiraling in and out 

of time and place

letting go at just the right pace

I am called to look you directly in the face

unflinchingly, with compassion that is healing, 

for whatever you are feeling.

A beginner

It seems like

everywhere I look

I am reminded of the abundance 

The beauty and the bounty

There is so much. There is plenty 

And still too many go hungry, are overexposed

to the elements 

How can we rest until the needs are met?

Until the plans are set

To lead with compassion and love

to let these drive our leadership

and not allow these to be drained from it

by corrupt agendas

and incorrect priorities

we come upon

knife to the neck urgency

bleeding out on the street urgency

problems vibrating at a fever pitch and still we

manage to get through our days

without sobbing with grief at every atrocity

we build walls within to help us get 

through, out, over, under or alongside. 

I have not mastered this. 

I am still a beginner, 

running laps around the question

of what do I do, beyond what I already do?

and I know this is temporary

but this does not excuse me from the efforts

to make it better, to soothe, to calm, to hold tight

until the nightmares have become

beautiful, peaceful dreams

woven with safety and star dust. 

 

formations

 While the oceans were forming, so too were the plans

of the Creator Goddess and other gods

When the first forests began to rise and fill the landscapes

so too did the intentions of the nature spirits within the

trees and the soil

There were secrets bursting open like the births of the stars

and we were still a distant possibility as humanity

so incredibly insignificant and also greatly powerful

contradictions inherently built into our nature

into our structures

into our DNA

yes, our blood holds the secrets that did not escape when some

of them burst open. 

our bones hold memories of the feasts and the famines

of the wars and the stillness of the peaceful times

we are locked into this reality in certain ways

but have the gift of imagination that can free us 

from some kinds of suffering

oh, may we let the peace in. 

may we let the peace win. 

you are the constellation

 You are the constellation I point to

when the night sky asks me why

your complexities are vast, the mind and

the heart sending out depth as 

vibration. and as frequency, but to me

you just shine and sparkle

and twinkle like you're meant to

your presence causing more attention 

than attempts to name every grain of sand on the beach

you may be out of my reach. 

I cannot always name what happens to me

when you are around but its powerfully alluring

like the scents you've been wearing

And you sometimes catch me staring

and in some moments 

I may catch a ride on a shooting star, then 

you don't seem so far

you always show up on the radar

Channeling in Energy Healing Sessions

My friend has been coming to see me for Reiki healing for a few years. Wow, has it been a few years? It really has. 

Yesterday she came by, and I asked, like always, please tell me anything you'd like me to know before starting. 

She told me where she was coming from and as usual, I had instant notions of how I could assist her with energy healing practices. 

This time, I decided to call in the assistance of any spiritual sources, Gods, Goddesses, Angels and so on, who I felt would be most helpful.

We began the work, and as she did her breathwork, I was able to speak in a soothing manner, addressing the content she had told me about. 

Then something happened that felt new, grounded and full of good energy. I had called in Jesus as healer, Archangel Raphael as angel of healing, and White Tara, goddess of compassion and swift liberator from suffering. 

As I stood with my hands hovering in position to give reiki, which was already happening, I got a very clear message from Archangel Raphael. 

He said, clear as a bell in my thoughts, "You are twisted up so tight sometimes, you are in knots. This twisting up gives you headaches, stomachaches, and back aches at times, it is time for you to unwind these tight knots and let go of that habit. Use your breath"

Shortly after I heard and relayed the message, Jesus popped up. His energy was a bit playful, but also powerful. He said to her: You are a bright shining light! Sometimes you dim that light, either to fit in or to appease a person or people. It is ok to take up space with your light and let it shine, I will support you and have your back as you do so" 

And finally, I heard from Tara, I chanted to her OM Tara Tutare Tutare OM and her compassion flooded in. She said to her: Your suffering is like a piece of ice. It is hard and cold. It makes you feel hard or that life is hard. If you bring your attention to it and your warmth to it, it will melt, becoming water, with which you can do so many things. You can make tea, you can water plants, you can bathe and cleanse and purify. It is in the suffering state so you can transform it. 

After I got all these messages through, I finished the session. I realized that wisdom does not belong to any one religion. It is like you can stand in the rushing river, feeling the truth and messages and then you step out of it, and you come back to the individual self. I am excited already for my next encounters, 

inner earth

dreams dwelling together

in lands of aching beauty and contradiction

sunsets and sunrises swelling up high

or way down low

where the moon would never go

goddess of inner earth

undulating and sending an echo

to reverberate against bleak blackness of the night sky

the echo sent out and returning like

a mirror reflection of all

that dream content, subconscious and outstanding 

in its complexity

I start to settle myself somewhere

between I will never know, and I know it all

resting there, perched on the outstretched branch.

"Into the sky"

 the earth could shake

shake herself free of us

then where would we be?

I reached out to him 

and he was in need, indeed

it is a habit my heart has developed

getting activated by the suffering states

other friends exist in

Compassion wells up

knowing there is only so much I can do 

to facilitate his well being

and how I have learned the hard way

people must be ready and willing

and some causes for suffering

are out of their control

in those cases, I throw my hands in the air

resigning to feel way too much 

about the lack of justice pervading the space 

my heart aches when I see his face

And I know it's been the school of hard knocks

that taught him harsh lessons

when kindness beamed through

it made some impressions 

he tells me I am "all heart and emotion"

then my mind becomes still

waiting for silence, knowing it will spill

like glittering shards into the backyard

and as his tears fell

I knew he needed that moment

he needed a witness to take in the whole mess

I did take notice

I did acknowledge

how and where and what and why

because that is what the moment called for 

with his ancestors sending flares up into the sky

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.