As I touched death
I met life
and
as I bowed in gratitude
I encountered love
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Touching
Healing
If I am to write about the struggles, the fights,
the ambushes, the bombs, the killings
I need words I do not want to express
the attempt in describing the utter horror
gives power to its pain
so let me share with you the stories of healing wounds
a flower laid down where our hearts go out to
the soft embrace from a savior
a candle lit in the dark hours
the hands from a friend reaching out
the opening doors by a stranger
pulling you in from harm
the light that enters the crack
for a brief moment only think about that
let this thought take you into the world of compassion
and know this is in you
and in this feeling of helplessness
look for the helpers in all world’s mayhem
and know this is you too
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Handing over to love
Tell me where do you hold your pain and agony?
In your heart?
Do you let it eat your body?
You retaliate it with your words onto others?
You release it and surrender?
Or do you let it devour you entirely?
Do you sit with it and think it over
and over and over again?
I hand it over to love
as love will love all boldly knowing more than I do
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In honor of those who never made it home
May the stone that is laid down
expand the healing light which is within
multiply the love gathered on the realms travelled
not to the end
but let this being carry us
to where it begins
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In honor of the indigenous children that never made it home from boarding schools
For Nikki A. Wilkins and her sacred circles
For all of us
May we all heal
Fermentation
In the dark night of the soul
the doors of the higher dimensions
will be opened by letting go
entering in the flow
welcoming the light to expand and grow
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In these mythic times, I invite you once more to join me on the path of alchemy where seven stages will be explored – all the way deep into the soul – into the whole – into one.
This is the stage of fermentation – to ponder upon, to integrate, to take far into the deep, welcoming the death of the lower self, entering the light dimensions, unfurling the higher frequencies you bring into life.
Saving
And once in a while
when this world seems so far away
from the reality I am in my core
I allow myself being saved
by the beauty of it all
in all its dimensions
as tea drenched fabric wrapped into something tangible
the poetry of tears falling down
painting life into me
calling back the stars
rocking me gently
like a lullaby
the evanescence of it all
yet knowing the unlimitedness of the galaxies inside
the evaporation of existence
the everlasting being whole
torn into parts
and once in a while
when the world seems so far away
from the truth
I allow myself being saved
by the surrender
kneeling down onto this earth
understanding the connection of this fragility
to the ultimate possibility we are
breaking open
unchaining
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