sacred cauldrons,
we are,
co-created,
guided,
emptied and filled.
brimming to overflow,
bubbling,
simmering gently,
fed by the eternal
crackling
Flames.
aromas wafting
through
and across
the realms.
relationships
dissipates difficulties
that part,
she,
the one who quickly
dissipates difficulties,
who is she?
where did she come from?
how old were we
when she first emerged ?
curious
and
eager to thank her.
she kept us alive,
afloat,
here, in body, now.
to her, I wish to say:
I am ready, Dear One,
to feel,
to trust,
the difficulties
you hurried
to take away.
I am ready to allow
the difficult bits
the spaciousness
to burn 🔥
to reconfigure us
from the inside out.
Featured
Liminality
airport,
forest,
cabin,
hotel –
transitory,
means to move
from one place
to another.
holding spaces,
sacred ground to
stop,
rest,
Be,
see
your threshold,
meet your unknown.
where there is fear
where there is fear,
there can be no Love.
where there is fear,
there can be no joy.
where there is fear,
there can be no Altruism.
where there is fear,
there can be no
accountability.
where there is fear,
there is no reason –
only vast illusion.
where there is fear,
there is no freedom,
only manipulation.
where there is fear,
there is no authority –
one’s agency rendered
a mere commodity.
where there is fear,
there is no clear vision –
that we are One –
interconnected –
can be preached
but not seen or embodied.
where there is fear,
there lives hate –
disdain of “the other”
and, therefore, the self.
where there is fear,
there can be no satisfaction,
only constriction
no sense of self-actualization –
“life” becomes about survival
at any cost, collaboration
rarely genuinely sought.
where there is fear,
there is Wall,
a massive edifice,
around mind, body, and
Soul –
voluntary imprisonment
in the name of security,
nationalism,
and tribe preservation.
where there is fear,
subjugation and humiliation
do not hide
and distorted masculinity
thrives.
where there is fear,
there is also opportunity
to perceive differently,
to soften,
to widen,
to cultivate a faith
that surpasses
human understanding.
The Heart ❤️ once wildly lost
can again be found 🙏
unraveled & witnessed
unraveled,
she became completely
undone.
the difference this time:
she allowed herself to be
compassionately
witnessed,
and that
made all
the difference. 🙏
annihilation
death.
annihilation.
trans-formation.
no going back,
a time to grieve,
to let go
to let it burn 🔥
it – that which was
and can no longer
be
here
now.
a new identity awaits,
must allow the old
to gently fall away.
scared?
yes, petrified
standing
naked
at yet another Threshold.
where am I going?
where is my Songline leading?
skin shedding,
ancestral beliefs rising –
disempowerment,
unworthiness,
scarcity
the possibility of not living
to full potentiality.
that story ends
here
now
with me,
with fervent prayers,
with aligned community,
with Trust and surrender
day by day,
breath by deep breath,
re-leasing,
re-membering.
family
not one thing,
many definitions.
sometimes,
unspeakably rough;
others, soft
beyond measure.
complicated
and yet
fundamentally simple.
requires constant
investment
and reciprocity.
a fertile garden
often neglected.
a stated priority
not borne out in
lived reality.
an ample bosom for belonging
and a crucible for isolation.
multitudes, this construct
of family,
expanding and contracting,
forever be-coming 🙏
re-membering
three Little Birds
perched
on the Naked Tree.
the Tree
anchored
to a sheet of
white ice.
the Sky
so clear
and bright,
it startles the Eyes.
the Eyes
attached
to the human
being
intently watching,
closely listening,
slowly re-membering.
a child at play
I am
a child
at play,
blissfully oblivious
to the perceived madness
“out there”.
In my imagination
I dwell
touching Earth 🌎
and Sky 🙏
No war in here,
nothing to fight for.
No hatred,
only true Love.
Generosity always,
in lieu of greed’s
incessant needs.
So bright,
exquisitely simple,
where I play.
Ease-full
especially when
the discomforts come.
CommUnity,
where I play.
It’s a small
intimate world 🌎
We know
see
hear
heal
tend to
each other.
Not Perfection –
far from it –
we are children
after all!
In our play Ground,
chaos joyfully dances 💃
with Innocence!
We are children
at play!
Come,
now,
join us!
All are welcome!
Message Blocking is Active
blocked 🚫
mere months
after The Transition
of he who was The Force
keeping family afloat,
tethered,
ever so delicately.
without him,
shedding,
the masks came off,
niceties abandoned.
“Love” disintegrated
to the point of blocking 🚫
take nothing personally.
still, sad,
feels abrasive,
like a middle finger 🖕
borne of deep hurt
a sense of disrespect,
expectations unmet.
The Circle 🔵 dwindling
by death
and, now, blocks 🚫
everything
so tender,
tenuous,
ephemeral.
