manipura

let this golden light allow you to look within and reclaim balance.
you are manipura- the lustrous gem.

Rain

Ive written poems of rain before

From the lightest turquoise-beaded spray

To the strong slanted fingers that rip open the sky

but the rain that came the other day

was one the soul invites

that comes and cleans my sin;

forgives.

Then I thought of you,

And I lifted my face to a dripping day

Asking for guidance,

asking the rain

To guide me in our love

As it guides itself

to undernourished roots

Asking for blessings,

Asking the rain

To sink itself into my heart

And quench me,

Allow me to always stay true to what I love.

Loyal to my soul

Make me blossom and allow me to rise

Upward, outward, deeper

As our love grows

In all its phases of sorrow and happiness.

tarot teaches

first spread. draws the page of rods. call it wands- coincidence that the power went out at my first spread of the morning??
he is alone in a barren land, yet his radiant energy, the fire of his passion and inspiration, is bursting with the desire for expression and fulfilment despite the fact that no one else is there to hear him.

tarot 101

the word arcana means "profound secret". The tarot can therefore be considered a collection of images which stimulate your Inner Guide to the secrets of the universe

eclipsed cancer moon

The third eclipse is upon us. This friday as we project through Cancer, we will experience a significant new moon, as it is an eclipsed moon. During this time of renewal, as the moon wanes, welcome rebirth and set a positive intention- you have the possibility for intense beauty. but you MUST manifest the good.

taste

summer was coming around the corners and seeping through the cracks. It hung like the scent of jasmine around my wrists.

water

70% of our bodies are water
70% of our earth is water

there is a dire link between water rights and human compassion. it is impossible to achieve any of our environmental and social ideals without putting water first. it is a basic human right- DO NOT SUPPORT WATER PRIVATIZATION!

shift

It is the time of the year where day and night are balanced. The vernal or spring equinox, which began last night is the mark of a shift in our planet's relationship with the sun. It is a time to leave old patterns that have been frozen within and emerge into the graceful light of consciousness. A new life begins now!

choice

insecurity or intuition?

a thought for your wednesday

Yes, The
Earth does Breathe.
Just as we cycle Oxygen
into Carbon Dioxide,
our Mother World thrives
through Transformation of one Compound
to the Next.

the holy trinity

BODY

BREATH

BEAT

great music ahead this weekend!!!

i have come to be DANCED!

We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
But the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shaking ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take ten giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.
We have come to be danced Where the kingdoms collide In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced! We have come.

~ by Jewel Mathieson, from This Dance: A Poultice of Poems

monotone

yes, the whites of my lies
may put me to sleep
but the morning brings gray

horse

cuz if i was here and you were there id meet you in between

What do you mean,

There are no people?
Isn't Hawk people?
Isn't Dove people?
And Rat
And Flint
And all the rest?


jaime d angulo

i remember when i lost my mind....

kind of.

so they spoke

to spiders & hawks,
& thanked the
ground they slept on

kerouac

but I have cared
for ye dutchmen-
It is my perogative
to believe, in my
own way, in what
haunts my conscience
& fulfills my hope-

a beastly world with
all the traits in
myself- & god
will crown my head
with grave dung-
but I have sung
the pale rainy lakes
in this choked craw
of mine & will
sing again- &
mine enemies look
me in the eye
if they will, or
be still

transformation

either its in the stars or its in your eyes,
but i can feel something shift inside me

transition

when i walked in it was sunshine
and in heat i drank down new knowledge
churning inside myself.
a priori; the physique
where dripping, we rose
wood bent beneath us,
shining hearts forward
cactus arms
and shaking limbs
amass the carnal body,
flurries gathered outside
when i walked out it was storming

when means become meaning...

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you are the form to my antiform
you are for purpose; i am for play
in your design there is my chance
you create, i deconstruct.

you: finished work, and i: the process
you are presence, i am absence
you are centering when i disperse
you are for transcendence, i stand for immanence.

sparrow

when i was still a common sparrow
i dreamt one day id meet you