MY SOUL IS LAVA

We’re upping the ante,
getting down to business,
fire is oozing,
sourced at the core
out the pores of
our mother,
Tierra Madre.

Urgency flows
down hills and through
the common streets,
forming new territory
burning
fresh
white hot to blazing red
to black.

All things are possible in that fertile ground.

Born of creation,
my Soul is lava,
She’s on fire.

WITHOUT WORDS

Without words, 

my language is soul to soul.

I shift from defining and divining.

In the silence,

I can hear the ancient listening rhythm.

In the silence,

an exotic yet mundane muse lives.

She draws me, 

deep and in to writhe in her freedom.

She yearns for more!

Let’s dance, my Beloved.

TRANSITIONS & WHATEVER SHE DICTATES

You are home from work and have the evening ahead of you.

You returned from a meal with a friend and have to choose what's next.

You have had a mildly disturbing communication or event but have a few hours to yourself.

You have made beautiful love with your beloved and are now in your own space again.

Transitions like these often come to me as a little tightness and anxiety. You know these moments, in between?

In these tidal shifts, I often have a strong urge to turn towards avoidance rather than feel the discomfort.

It's a little grief, an initial stage of being with an ending, and the empty space of the moment after being engaged, connected, or even upset.

It's also a release of the energetic imprint of the people and activities; a return to being with a felt sense of aloneness (not loneliness).

How do we honor these sometimes indirect yet defining moments throughout our day?

When I allow myself to feel and listen to the subtle yet persuasive feelings and voice inside, inspiration eventually comes when I allow myself to be with the discomfort first.

Initially I feel squeamish and resistant, yet there's a bigger allowing that is spacious and welcomes me.

The mind discharges through thoughts, I let it ramble... I go to complete stillness and the body relaxes, the breath re-attunes, all that has been releases.

Poof!

A calm sweeps over me. I feel gratitude for where I've been and the knowing that I'm moving towards aliveness, I'm excited to discover what will happen next!

I feel a distinct shift and reenter the place where I have access to life, to where my Soul lives in me.

I'm left with delicious surrender to my Soul's longing. Once she speaks, my body, heart and mind are all inspired and devoted to serve her and I am delighted with whatever she dictates.

BE THE CAUSE

Because I dive into the dark shadows, 

I have the light of heaven living on earth.

Because my broken parts get more of my love, 

not less, 

I have ever more capacity for compassion.

Because I give pain space to exist, 

I enjoy exquisite pleasure.

Because of the dark shadow, light. 

Because of the wound, compassion,

Because of the pain, pleasure.

Be the cause of your life, because.

MY HEART SPEAKS

When I let my heart speak

I hear roses in the wind

When I let my heart speak

I smell the fragrance of my lover’s skin on a hot afternoon

When I let my heart speak

The rhythm of the day is a beautiful melody

When I let my heart speak

Chaos is the perfect form,
pain is a portal to infinity,
and pleasure is my birthright.

When I let my heart speak ~

My spirit twirls freely in delight,
the mystery makes perfect sense, and
love is all there is.

THE PERFECTION OF LIFE IN FORM

The thorns may not be visible

but they are present
tucked underneath 
the purity
of the white petal bouquet.

She longs for you
to smell her,
take that magic medicine,
her scent,
all the way in
and deep
into your soul’s longing.

Just when you’ve
surrendered,
found heaven,
a pointy spine stabs
the smooth flesh of your finger,

were you holding her a little too tightly?

Her gift,
a dot of blood,
to remind you,

life is light,
life is dark,
life is free.

WITCHY WEAVE

A warrior of sacred embrace,
Love declares Yes to all of Life.

She dances as a sovereign soul,
reveling in beauty as she reveals her witchy weave of divinity and humanity.

MEET THE YEARNING

Sometimes yearning is fierce,

a raging fire consuming the path itself,\

a free fall into the abyss 

of the moment.

Sometimes yearning is subtle,

a soft canopy of dandelion fluff, floating in the wind. 

It whispers to you as it blows against your skin.

Sometimes yearning is full of mischief,

a sneaky trickster, twisting your thoughts,

distracting you from the very oneness you seek.

But remember this!

Yearning bursts you into flames, 

obliterating you open.

Yearning pollinates your infinite seeds, 

fertilizing you.

Sometimes, you meet the yearning full on, 

and it brings your beloved soul home.

SISTERHOOD

We gathered to seal a circle with our hearts, 

witchy mysteries were soon revealed,

while serendipity played its lyrical notes.

We inhaled our collective wisdom, courage and beauty, 

and witnessed each sister’s soul blossom.

Dreams came alive through the breath and heart of the sisterhood.

EXPRESSIONS

Respond to sorrow the same as you engage with beauty, are they not one and the same expression of love?

Embrace anger the same as you hold joy, are they not one and the same expression of emotion?

Breathe in grief, the same as you would sniff the scent of a sacred rose, are they not the same expression of life?

SACRED LINEAGE

My ancestors stand before me,
to infinity.

Oh I see my grandmother!
She stands at the front of the sacred line,
anointing me with her nourishing love,
blessing me.

The whispers of old filter through time,
and so it is,
I am ripe to receive the medicine bundle
passed forward from the beginning of time itself.

I kneel with outstretched arms,
humble heart,
to carefully unbind the
layers of leathers and
streams of satiny silks,

only to reveal, a simple mirror!

In the reflection, I see

a woman,
a bruja,
a creative yearning soul,

I see me.

Then they formed a circle around me and danced.

SOVEREIGN SOULS

Let's bow to each other in devotion,
But let’s not own each other.

Let's melt into our delicious connection,
But let’s refrain from entangling or enmeshing.

Let's commit to walking in the fire together,
while walking side by side as sovereign souls.

Let’s choose to be gentle and deliberate, especially when our defaults arrive.

Lets integrate shadow and light into wholeness, inspired by our love.

Let’s be dedicated to curiosity as a compassionate cure for our judgements, agendas and strategies.

Lets embrace our neutrality and polarity, our friendship and our lovership.

Let's be mundane and erotic,
Let's dance with tension and ease,
Let's enjoy passion and comfort,
along with the full spectrum of pleasure and pain,

Let’s overflow towards each other with our wholeness.

BETWEEN YOUR TOES

my soul
like shifting sands 
always there 
but formless and ever changing
the wind picks me up and piles me into drifts 
or hollow dips
sometimes organized designs as far as the eye can see
sometimes I get in your eyes
and sometimes you’ll find me where you least expect me
as you undress,
in the deepest crevices between your toes.

THE REFUGE

At first I isolate
then stagnate,
I restlessly judge 
and fight my fate.

After much swirling,
doing, doing and doing,
slowly, I remember
my particular way,
to begin ungluing.

Today I dwell
in the refuge.

I let the tears clear
all that has steeped,
to return to me,
down in, and deep.

SHADOW

Through darkness

I see a reflection
in the clouds

a dark shadow
reveals my light

the closer I step
the bigger it gets

until we merge into
one.

TAKE THE MEDICINE

where are you? how can I find you?
running
chasing
desperately…
spinning out, speeding up

the tether to the body
tightens, dries and thins
a cork stopper plugs the aperture
blocking the portal to freedom
and pleasure

not letting life in
searching out there
pressured to find the answers

and then from the grace of life itself
or the bundled strength of the soul’s homesickness
comes a wave of remembrance

slow down
feel the confused mess
collapse
free fall
disorganize

throw the deck of cards in the air
let them fall where they may
they’ll land
in a new way

reordered to sacred perfection

pour all the calls
for homecoming
into a huge stock pot
simmer it down to a soup
that's nice and hot

take the medicine

weave it all in

the grief
the loss
the disconnect
the sacred disembodiment

landing home

once again...

a breath of relief
a heart’s softening sob

the search for purpose,
mission and vision
becomes acutely clear
simply a palpable rhythm

this dance is for you, dear soul.

REORGANIZE THE PUZZLE

Grief is not your enemy.
Let the shadow of pain
eclipse your form.

Fall apart,
drop to your knees in sacred surrender,
let it all go to shit.

The pieces no longer fit that way, anyway!

The wise thing to do would be...
Open the grip!
The one that holds it all together,
seemingly for dear life.

Dear Life,
I breathe in
your formless chaos
that is my soul’s longing….

Infinite creation will reorganize the puzzle,
that is the true you.

GO FISHING IN THERE

Encounters with chaos, 

hold them close, 

nurture them. 

They are the finest treasures found; 

where all of life swirls freely 

in a supremely organized abyss.

Go fishing in there.

You’ll catch a piece of your ravenous heart to bring home, 

to devour.

MAGIC CARPET

Have you taken the dive of abandon?

Life will thread your precious fibers into a sacred needle and weave them into a magic carpet that you can ride to the edge of the universe.

UNRAVEL

The whispers of the heart are sometimes so hushed under the noise of fear and heady resistance. With a little courage, a bit of focus, and a dash of grit, hear her wisdom resonate; then feel all untruth unravel, until you are there, naked, free, as you.