You have been shown The light cannot be broken. Yet, still you won't see that All the things you think are shadow, broken off bits that forgot they are a are a part of God You, seamlessly shine together. Don't hide. Your soul cannot bear it any more.
A moonbeam crossed my path the other day and a magpie flew by with construction material in his beak. Broad daylight extending the ways things move beyond boundaries. The movement of moon and magpie across the changing landscapes of ground and heart. Lighting and building something, somwhere. Mayflies mingle in the dreamtime and the blue … Continue reading Moonbeams and Magpies
We shaman types scare people in the same way schizophrenics do. Our worlds involve relationships with the invisible and the 'inanimate', neither of which seem understandable because they can't adequately be expressed when measured against other's experiences. There's no relatable 'that one time at band camp' shared language. We have conversations with stone and dance … Continue reading We Shaman Types Scare People
We are as entwined together as roots to ground. When we feel ripped apart, we roar. Can't you see? Root into me, he, she Wrapping around the heart of we and gently grow.
Where water meets sky along a horizon And the waves lick the low setting sun They need not say a thing to each other. The love is in the touch. Meeting right where They are. Together. One.
They come, the Old Ones and the newly dead ones They come on the wind They come on the rivers From the ground they cleaved and called home. They bring passion, pain and impatience. Pleading for their kins' Return to the medicine, return to the heart, return home. They come.
Prayed into Existence Poured into Being The cantor now sings me through Note by note, calling the Becoming and the Return.
The wine tastes bitter sometimes. Like the dandelion, though, It will help you grow. Sip a little, make the squinty sour-face if you must, Let it digest. Watch, listen to the seed become the heart of the matter. Sip again. It's a little smoother this time, eh? Sip, swallow, sing The sweet wisdom … Continue reading Bitter Wine
To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone.
To feel the pain of another is to know their heart. To feel the darkness of another is to know their heart is not dark. To breathe the breath of another, is to breathe each other. Beyond the identities we choose and the language we use, is that for which words only confuse. … Continue reading To Feel the One