It was in that ancient city of Cuzco that I first became

Tangled, in the confusion and darkness of The Path

Cuzco, the center, the navel of the Universe they say

From which all paths lead, into and out of

Consciousness, unconsciousness and every arena Between

Roaming the clean-swept, impoverished streets, dogs of every color and shape

Detached, or hopeful, or given up to find sleep

Their innocence and hunger gets my hackles up

But I walk on, going to market

Hoping for a bell-ringing clue; some color; an easy giggle even

When I left that city, I begged to be allowed to boil it all down

Something to spark my recognition of Hope, a gleam retained

Boarding that air-glide alone, too alone

My faith just a tingle at my fingertips, I flew the northern path, Ancestors,

To this new Cuzco, La Center, where I know not one soul heart-to-heart.

The boil-down came to me when I first felt the ground again

Love and Trust.  That’s It.  The magic words for the earth-bound Human

No more is needed.  Still, it often sounds hollow, like a bell toned long ago

But I’ll carry that true memory, that one-note song

And my feet from here on out will dance the radiating Light of All that Is

The Sun

The sun sets itself slow on the smoldering edge of this world

This night will get darker and darker, sight will be lost

Our hearts will be all we have left to find the Path

On this night at the end of the final cost

There is a New Dawn yet to come, and soon;

Many accounts have been given, all the same story

The tragedy, the great blanket of sadness covering us all..

But the Sun will rise again, and Glory

Intent is the only tool now, Oh and prayer

Love, our birthing, the only power worth giving

The royal memory was given away as part of the pact

We begged to be here, this night, to await the rising

When, at sunrise, we remember who we are 

All the pain in the world will be gladly suffered to see

This sunrise, this Light, this turn of the Cosmos

The many planets’ divine Harmony.

The sight and the sound will ring out as One

We’ll hold our brothers and sisters so close

Never again to forget we are Family

Always to value our  Holiness.

Large Birds

The white swans babble overhead, my childish prayer

The geese fly also, honking out direction to one another

What do they say when they fly alone?

“Yes”, that’s the answer.

Peace for the Heart, be it a lone goose, child, or swan.

“Yes”, cries the One.

You call me ‘Warrior Woman’ and then tell me I cannot use the word ‘battle’

Blasted romantic

Kiss my eyes, then take that leave you so desperately want

Shall we call our pain beautiful, like birth

Sure, if it makes you feel better about my BATTLE cries

The Big Bugaboo, Sex, your adversary?  You say you adore me, you make love like a God

Then you pull away, and leave me hung out to dry before I knew you were even gone

You say I cannot live closer to your town, then you say let’s make a baby

I say I’m afraid to fall, you say you think we are both falling

You say I’m the purest, that I am only Love, so I lean in to kiss your higher heart

And your body disappears

You say you will meet me out over the ocean

then you will not say anything

You take my breath away then you suggest I breathe

You wonder why and how I could be so upset

That’s what mirrors are for you know, look closer, I’m there too, right behind you, shining

Open your eyes you are being selfish and calling it God

True

I love that he values a single zip-lock baggie.

I love that when he asks me to dance, he says

“Now.  Look at me as if you have the deepest respect and love for me.”

As if?

Then he says “Have good posture!”  Check.

He’s the only man on the planet who can tell me

What to do, not do, and I respect it regardless of content, though

Discussion is always available, no matter the topic.

He wins every debate, except the one about Hell.  It simply isn’t.  We are given a Conscience

For that sway.  Works for me. 

I love that I won’t get lost in this relationship, ever. 

That we only see the good as Good and the bad as Good.  Growth happens that way.

I love that he keeps God closer than anyone I ever met, in every minute.  Remembering.

Back to the baggie: I love that it doesn’t matter what I put in it

He’ll love it.

Love Change

Now evening, the breezes waft in, carrying the smells of a quiet evening, freshly mown grass, and the trees' silent but energetic, joining approval.  Cows bellow in the cool.  These beauties came to me today for the first time, when I shut off the mower for a moment.  They trundled up, Bossy first, then a couple of yearling bulls, and three fresh little clean little shiny little adorable calves.  In my conversation with them all--their brown eyes were so attentive--we talked over the tastiness of the long grasses I doled out to each......Bossy wanted it all so I had to spread it around some.  I finish mowing my hard-won lawn........it's all up to me now. 

Love that.  I can stop anytime and dance till I'm breathless.  Music feeds me, especially when combined with movement.  Sometimes I cry, it's all deeply, powerfully beautiful.  Who needs food when there is music and dance??

A little wine, resting in the air of the setting sun.  A friend to joke and share the deeper stuff with.......Bless you, World.  Bless us all, every one.  The peace in my heart exceeds anything I have ever felt. 

Animal Assists

The other day I decided to do a led-meditation, which when it works is really a deep hypnosis, regarding power animals.  Generally speaking, I don't get much from this sort of meditation, so I was pretty surprised at the results this time.

In the meditation, I found myself wanting to stay in the meadow, under the warm sun as described by the leader...but it wasn't to be.  Suddenly I was sitting next to a small river, on a grassy bank in the mottled sun and shade.  Much to my honest surprise, out of the water slipped a little river otter!  He came up to me, sniffed my face, and I could feel his whiskers and sniffling breath as he did so.  Good Lord!   This was so real!  Before he slithered back into the river, he gave me a river stone, as a symbolic gift.  When I held this to my heart, I felt an instantaneous sense of belonging to the Whole Flow, and a grounding based in Love.  Later the next day, I found out from a friend that an otter will often keep a stone under his arm while swimming around, and using it as a tool to crack open the shells of whatever he finds for food.    I think this tool will be very handy, if I keep my eyes open for the things that feed me...

Then yesterday I decided to ask a friend if she wanted to do the meditation and see what cropped up.  When it was over, I was again surprised by the result.  I was inclined to sit under a large tree in the deep forest....and a wolf walked up to me, sat down, then stood again, looking right at me.  When I asked my question, which had to do with a new fork in my earth-world path, the wolf acted like he wanted me to follow him, so follow I did.  He took me to his den, where there were several squirming wolf-pups, and his mate, lying there panting.  The message here was clear: One of my choices was to take on the responsibility of settling down and taking on new responsibility.  I felt myself cringe inside....but Wolf wasn't done.  He trotted on, and I followed him to the high edge of a canyon ridge-top, and we gazed down into a very deep canyon that was brimming with mystery, mists floating among the many possibilities that a large canyon can contain--all the color, wildness, life itself--free--and promising the experiences of a lifetime.  Freedom to explore new lands, new arenas in my life!

We returned to the tall tree in the deep forest.  Wolf also had a gift: a small green sprig of Pine tree, fresh and fragrant.  When I held it to my heart to feel the message, I got a strong sensation: NEW LIFE!!   

Then Wolf took off, glancing back at me repeatedly, teasing, wanting to play.......