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

smoke and flames

 A survivor will 

put weight on their body

like armor

keeping predators and others

away if they can.

A survivor will lose weight

So, you cannot get access

to the softness that 

was violated and betrayed.

A survivor will split from 

themselves

Body goes in one direction

Mind and heart go elsewhere.

A survivor will do

what it takes

to make it through

intact. 

And when they realize they

are not fully intact, that

part of them has slipped away

they might search for it

or just accept that it's lost. 

Survivors have some 

choices to make.

Shut down, open up

swim faster

sink to the bottom.

All are fair reactions

to the fractured self

the wounded self

the one who might

divorce from reality, so

they can come back

with some sanity. 

Some of us 

make it look easy

but that is never the case

we mend what is broken

with tools we forged

from the ashes of the pain

we torched.

warming ourselves by

the fire 

watching flames and 

smoke go up 

higher and higher, finally

back to the place of 

endings and beginnings

winding together

loss and wholeness

Appreciate it

We can build 

stone by stone

a castle of protection

around your heart

but 

will it keep you 

safe from you?

I can crush all 

your enemies

while you sleep, so 

you can dream unbothered

and quietly.

But will it 

set you free?

I can give you sight 

to see any type of motive

hidden by deceptions

but will that make you

wise?

I wish to construct a 

world for you to flourish in

but if you have never 

known differently

will you 

appreciate it?

I can hold your hand

until we begin to mimic 

happiness

but at what cost?

Only when you arrive

at the shores of your own

vulnerability

and your own 

powers, your own

creativity,

only then 

will we part and 

let go

all the way

let go 

without looking back.

until we find each other 

again, one day, one night

with new language, and

refreshed sight

Author's note:

This is written from the perspective of the Universal Goddess who cannot be named.

better

Thousands of years have passed 

and you are still muttering about 

old promises

but

we never seem to get there

so far

and I do not know how many

more centuries or thousands of years 

I can wait. 

Destroy the dams

let the rivers flow, no matter 

if lives and homes are lost

beneath rushing water

fresh water

or salt water when we get

to the ocean side and the 

waves swell up

All of this, I foresaw. 

I have foreseen all of the natural disasters

(as they are called) but I know

they are fierce and wrathful, raging tears 

falling down the face of the earth

like rain onto rocks

some jagged; some smooth, catching the

raindrops in the dry crevices

light gray into dark black

but nothing is bleak 

about this destruction

it must be done

and just as I foresaw it

I will again dream

a new reality from

the tenuous and tenacious one

that has a hold on your psyche 

but not mine

I am blissfully free of distractions

I hover in the flames of fire that consume

I am storms sweeping 

over the dry crackling fields

and all of this will bring relief and peace

although it looks and feels apocalyptic

trust me, it gets better from here. 

Author's note:

This is written from the perspective of the Universal Goddess who cannot be named. 

I whispered it

you never knew my real name

not my true name

but not because I never told you

I gave you hints

I whispered it when 

we fell silent

I asked to be seen by

looking away, pointing at the

clouds

I asked to be heard

by chanting the words

reciting the stories and dreams

until you looked away

not ready to know, not willing

to participate 

in a reality too nuanced

too distant 

from your piece of earth

too full of floods and fertile soil

and breaking curses

I asked to be known

but without that reflection

I sank back into the waves

and let go

what is it that remains

🌿🌿🌿🍃🍃🌙🌀

tell me a story

with your fingers tracing words 

and secret meanings

down my spine with 

a cautious design

tell me a story 

taking your time

punctuating a silence

with a deep breath

and a reminder that 

this is all illusion anyway

and little more than 

all our experiences combined

could ever shift this

into a whole new dream

or illusion

as it were

false prophets and charlatans are 

everywhere

calling for that which they cannot

command

Blink, and their lives are over

What remains

is time and space

for truth to arise. 

Brigid poem

 Holy well 

sacred flame

hold us close

release our pain

Fires burning within

that cleanse and transform

letting the angst and anger

fall away from us

free from the shackles of our past

free from self- limiting beliefs

May we soak in waters

of the sacred well

cleansing us free

from past challenges or harsh memories

May we wash our souls 

chanting praises

singing verses

until we find the moment

we become still

within which we get our fill

of the powerful flame

of the blessed waters

blessing the hearth

filling our spaces

knowing a deep healing that erases

any complications in the way

of our walk on Brigid's path

lights bursting from stone

darkness in which we are never alone. 

the key

When I hold up a mirror

you say the reflection is like water,

it ripples outward, onward, repetitive.

When I give you your own words back

You say they have been tampered with

and I retreat.

At this point I begin to look inward

why is it so hard to show others

what I have witnessed?

I can only count on myself 

as a keeper of all this knowledge

as a keeper of the sacred reflections of others

as a keeper of their whispered words, wounds and secrets

I am the vault that allows 

this all to exist in the space of love

in the space of healing

in the space of true compassion

in the space of purification

salt water and rosemary together 

tethering us to each other 

but at the same time 

finding complete freedom

but the moments that 

create the freedom

that hold it inside 

are surrounded by your choices

that make this freedom into another choice

the cage or the key

the path you have known or 

the path being offered to you.

it will be revealed that 

until you choose the new path being offered

you will just start over

like samsara. 

birth, life, death and rebirth

so, when the offer comes along

to wake up

you may decide if it is time

to do so.

everything in between

She was made of

hummingbirds

of sea turtles

of dragonflies and spirals

she was made of

impossible visions

and the splendor of the 

redwood forests

she was made of

lights 

and thunder showers, 

and of

the root systems,

the branches all the way at the top

and everything in between.

nobody had ever witnessed

any of this

up to this point,

but all this magic 

was beginning to show

she was beginning to glow

since nobody would believe her

she kept quiet about her contents 

and origins

she knew the struggle of 

hidden identities 

she had plenty of them

and she knew the names

she would be called if 

she was discovered,

so, she dug her feet into the damp soil

and stretched her hands up into the stars

whispering to the earth

the air

the fire

the water

and the rivers spoke back

and the fire crackled a response

and the air moved into the space with answers

and the earth held her like always, 

hearing and knowing and sensing with 

compassion

she felt her gratitude soaring

like an owl at night

her wingspan expanding

knowing she would be landing

with protection

guidance

and wisdom

renewal and total change

What if all the stories

in your mind about yourself

vanished

And you could rebuild 

from the ground floor

A whole new being

that you would know

deeply and fully

what if you could choose 

once more, who and how to be

And this time you keep your 

maturity

But still no old stories about self

And all this leads to a new

worldview

and you swim in the

incandescent

iridescent

impossible

waters of renewal and total change

Finding out step by step

moment by moment

how it is to have chosen

rather than falling into 

patterns and habits

that don't reflect you but 

still provide stories of you

what if the rain cleansed it all?

purified it all?

All made up

You are made up 

of a sacred fabric

That is made up of

light energy

of particles and waves

You are made up. 

You are created.

Angels witness

your evolution

Your exquisite transformations

Time cannot touch you

my love, it can only

bring you along

into phases

that at other times elude you

until you become ready

and willing to 

shed the skin

and begin.