Wednesday 31 January 2018

I fell into the moon


  

I bathed by the moon
that rose above the dune
she swung me like a mother
as I laid beside her

kissed by her light
my heart felt so bright
I slept by the moon
what a silky cocoon


Wednesday 24 January 2018

There is a place








There is a place
deep in the womb
too wild for wounds
there, truth answers


There is a place
deep in our heart
that knows no hurt
there, love happens






In a mantle of leaves








In a mantle of leaves
and wet moss
we dream in silence
In the depths of our core
nothing moves
Only the beat of the earth
lifting the veil
of inner truth
and hopeful returns





In the dark lands of no lies







In the dark lands of no lies
where fears cease to be
lives a knowing that whispers
Amongst shimmers of certainty
wise appalachian women,
weavers of spells, long gone tales,
shadow riders and truth tellers
weave silver rays of prophecies
In the faraway lands of no fears
- neither of life nor death -
eager to bow I wait for thou
eager to know away I go




And so it was solstice






And so it was Solstice 
and I went to a cueva to sleep
and this Queen of the night 
who blossoms once a year
this night blooming cacti 
from the tribe Cereeae
welcomed me at the door


and by morning
she was gone







The forest is bathing








the forest is bathing
in lush greens 
and vivid moss
nothing moves
besides me 
breathing
alone in
silence
in/out
in





my ancestor






Dear ancestor,

Sometimes I wonder 
about you
(when you fled into the woods
to escape war and stay alive)

'What did you eat ?'