colossal green stem is broken, like the spine of a feather as it changes from white to brown near the top it’s hard to imagine the Stone People walking with me here up on the ridge but they do, the low notes steadying the balance it’s hard to imagine the Medicine...
full moon in her swelling Sky Grandmothers hovering watching over Wind in full force blustery Breath of Life the young ones are troubled agitated too many ruffled feathers groundless moon is ripe to give birth on this windy night seal up the cracks around the windows...
rahu dark north node of the moon eclipsing my power my sex and grace I feel the pull into destruction annihilation of my highest destiny and Innocent Prayer the mother says, no, you can’t have it, shame on you the father says, no, you can’t have me, though...
if you were out on the frozen tundra on a dark night just a sliver of a moon a tiny slice of dinosaur memory so quiet you can hear the air sliding across water turned solid a wolf on the distant hill don’t think you are alone even though the daughters are gone...
the Shimmer hovers I feel Its Presence waves of Bliss swirling Love orgasm of the Heart the hunger is equal to the fear die to it, Holy One don’t believe the seductive light of the suffering structures which beckon for it is a glaring reflection of harshness off a...
day three of meditation on shelled reptiles today I sang a song on the wide-angled bridge I didn’t know it was coming it was a love song to Creation the plants and trees growing on this land and in my body to the Christed One and his Bride who is also me to Tara and...
