the veil

ancestors rush into the space

like so many birds, 

their feathers gleaming in endless colors

colors you have no names for

but they rush in because you called them

whispering into a scream

codes to connect to them woven into a dream

how can they help you?

and how can they not?

the loving ones have been invited all along

teaching you the melody to a sacred song

in front of the veil

behind the veil

breaking you out of that sick kind of jail

the kind you created yourself 

until you learn it is up to you to break

generational curses and heal generational trauma

you are the one you have been waiting for

so that jail sentence is over

you are spinning with ecstatic energy

and life, layered with meaning, begins making

 a little more sense. 

guidance

When she enters the space

she solves with grace

seeing within and throughout

dissolving the lingering doubt

She says

I will be holding your hand the whole time

heart and mind intertwined

looking past the mistakes 

that settle into puddles of

no longer potent, no longer relevant

She says

I will lead you to higher ground

from there you witness

all those glistening waters 

of healing and release

letting go of these broken chains

 and all the debris from before

embracing the beauty that is in store

catching the blessings washing ashore

glittering, sparkling answers to prayers

from here you can get to there

She says

I have been watching

seeing all there is to know

giving you time to transform and grow

I can keep the frequency high for you

I can manage the higher vibrations

resonating through your reality

turn to me to keep moving freely

turn to me to give you endless support

the beginning, the middle, the end are all one

and the same

from whence your shining soul came

into frame

 

incrementally

when it is time to take the masks off

we shudder from the revelations

we find it is time to open up

we open our eyes and see

artificial intelligence 

that is changing you and changing me

and the climate crisis mirrors the one

inside and throughout us

insistently and persistently presenting 

more problems

until solutions abound

and trees are planted

garbage is gathered strategically

progress is measured incrementally

humans are stretched to the edges of 

what they understand

soaked by the downpour of how much more

there is to learn 

when it is time for the masks to crumble

we find reason to be humble

waking up to 

the hot cup of tea

the wild possibility

begging life to be smooth

begging the world to come clean

asking silently for honesty

from within and from without

without a doubt

time to get free

to release you and release me

wings

Flying overhead, I survey the landscape

not attached to outcomes, yet I know I will have to land

some places are on fire, some are under water

some are calm and quiet. 

where can I be the most helpful?

where can I do the best work?

trees may obscure the view and 

the ocean covers the ocean bed

there is always the dying, there are always the dead

my wings are getting tired, but I cannot decide

Spirit is still invisible, and it feels in vain that I tried

whatever I avoid will find me someday

There is no reason to hide

following the waves on the calmest shore

in and out with the tide

giving up and giving in 

since these choices still keep me stuck

and hoping for the best of luck

flying overhead, not attached to outcomes

I know at some point, I must land

on the sea, in the forest, on the sand.