Showing posts with label gaia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gaia. Show all posts

Monday, September 16, 2013

A Life Of Magic

A Life Of Magic

 
I sit beneath vaulting curves of wood
Snake forms spiraling into the sky
With a million flags of green
Sprouted in complete surrender

A breeze comes
And I can hear the movement
Of the sky
And in this moment doubt erupts

Who am I to feel this way?
Where are my credentials?
Where is the proof?
My heart dips
In the trough of emotion
I stare out from the bottom
And suddenly I catch a swell
My heart leaps to crest and
I spring up to capture the
Hawk feather tumbling by
I hold it
And feel no need for faith

I carry the feather with me
As a beautiful mark in time
When I swam in alignment

Later

A little girl on a red tricycle
Looks through her golden locks
At the feather in my hand
She squints at the sun
And says, “Can I have it?”
I place the feather in
Her little hand
And she smiles
“It’s a magic feather,” I say
“Take good care of it”

Lessons can grow roots from tests
No matter pass or fail
These roots will go deep
If I take care of them
Magic
Exists only in relationship
Alone
It can’t survive the elements
We must give it shelter
In the warmth of our near bodies

Monday, August 26, 2013

Just For A Moment

Just For A Moment

Just for a moment dear one
Just a moment
Give yourself
A break
Stop trying to prove
How clever you are
It’s a given
Because cleverness
Is acrobatics
Executed in virtual reality
And you are spinning
Like a top
Just calm down long enough
To let go
And fall
Into the waiting net
Of the Earth

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Offering

 Offering


I made a furrow in the dirt with the tip of my finger and gave you an offering of tobacco. I asked if I could spend some time with you and you said yes without hesitation. I could tell you thought this request strange, as the birds never felt the need to ask.

I settled my back against your trunk, Grandfather, wise with the passing of time, your skin wrinkled and grey like an elephant’s. I took in your oak strength, exchanged breath with you in symbiotic communion, our most ancient vow, our deepest entanglement. I opened my heart because I knew you would accept anything I offered. It is not in your nature to deny. I pleaded for your wisdom and guidance. What should I do? How should I proceed? I stared into your beautiful canopy of sinuous branches, rippling like snakes frozen in time. Your net of verdant spring leaves ensnared my eyes and you spoke into my rapt attention.

You want to know, you want to be sure and have your guarantees but the heart’s path is not one of surety. See how my limbs curve toward the sun, molded by the seasons? I could not know what was to come, drought, storm or sun. I took what came and grew according to my nature. The path of the heart is like a strong wind. You do not fully know your heart yet. You have stepped into the current’s edge where you feel slight breezes and occasional gusts. Go deeper into the wind, follow your intuition, go where the air quickens, ever go towards that, using all your body to feel the source. One day you will enter the mighty flow, the main artery of wind and you will unfurl your heart and use it as a sail and you will not travel according to plan nor to a set of coordinates but according to a higher plan that has already been laid out for you, the magnetic north of your being. Do not seek the knowable way. Do not seek the safety of the clear path. If you can see the result and work towards the result than you are already at the end and there can be no journey. There will only be the passage of time. Be afraid and go with your heart, cling to it as your center for where it leads is where you are meant to be.

The net released, vision faded and I traced your skin with the swirls of my fingertips and gave thanks.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Vision

A Vision

I fell through green leaves
Thousands of them
Whipping against my face
As my body plummeted

The foliage bore this
With such nimbleness
Not breaking
Just bending as I passed

On and on I fell until
You caught me in your slender arms
Cradled my momentum
And smiled when I looked into your
Violet eyes
You kissed me
With deep red lips and
Slipped your purple tongue over mine
With the sweetness of nectar

You became smaller and slid
Into my body through the opening you’d made
I stood tall with you inside me
I grew roots out my feet and
Became fast to the fertile earth
I raised my arms so that
Stems could shoot from my fingers
And rise quickly upwards
Sprouting leaves
Up to where they could unfurl
And bask in the sun

It felt so good
Down in the penumbra
I could feel the light pulse down my stem
Like a heartbeat
Not mine
But ours
Everything’s
Nutrients rose into my feet
I drank crystal clear water
And mixed it with the sun

This is my center
Where the everlasting light from above
Meets dark and loamy earth
A being grounded in shadow
Connected to golden light


Friday, March 22, 2013

The Creation of Love

The Creation of Love

I think it can be agreed that a creation is the product of a creator. It stands to reason that music was generated by the mind of a composer and a sculpture was made by the hands of a sculptor. Much can be learned about the nature of the human psyche from the seeming obviousness of these statements because upon analysis these statements are in fact, completely false. The inherent flaw these statements contain is the supposition that we created ourselves and the world around us. This is the thinking of a person living under the curse of insanity for we clearly did not create the air and vibrational laws through which music moves nor did we create the tree from which the sculpture is made. I don’t even want to bring who this creator was or is, whether this creator is a who or what a he or a she or an it or a set of laws – this argument does not require knowing what created all we see and know, it simply requires acknowledgment that humans did not design the mountains nor did we dream of the ocean and its waves and make them come to be. We had nothing to do with this. In fact, as far as the rational sphere can tell – the oceans were around far before humans even existed. Now that we have established this, what then does it say about us that we make wild and insane and bold statements like, “Isn’t he a wonderful composer?” It says we are living a lie of the grandest proportions. It says we have the utter hubris to lay claim to everything we see, this is our Kingdom and we rule and do with it as we see fit. Look around you. How is the management of this Kingdom of yours going? Your greatest assets are disappearing. What are the two things you must have? One, if you go without it for minutes, you die and the other if you go without it for days, you die. Air and water. How’s the air and water in your neighborhood? What do you think about going down to the local river and taking a drink? Would you be afraid to do such a thing? Where are the trees that supply your oxygen? We are cutting them down at an alarming rate and poisoning our waters, literally tainting our blood and asphyxiating ourselves. This is what happens when we harbor the insane notion that this is our Kingdom and we are the creators of our destiny. And what is to blame for this deadly and erroneous judgment? The ego. It must protect itself. And the only way it can protect itself is with lies because the ego itself is a lie. It whispers to you that you are a creator, a painter of beautiful images but I ask, did you create color and the materials you paint with? Did you construct the eyes that behold? Everything belongs to the true creator of this universe. Humans are simply a conduit for the miracle we participate in, nothing owned, everything given. You say but the ego is necessary! I did not ask for my ego, I inherited it! And this is true. The ego is necessary for survival…or it used to be. Feelings of dominion, the reservoir of rage, anger, greed, selfishness and fear which is the ego’s small domain, all contributed to help the genes survive, helped our ancestors live. But something happened. Our animal cousins must have no small measure of ego for we are not far from them and we did not arise from nothing. Maybe the difference is not one of intelligence but of perception. Somewhere along the way during our billions of years of journeying through time we boldly leapt from the peace of living in harmony to the dis-ease of living with the lie we are masters. Is this not the greatest evil, the very devil not just in your midst but embedded in the very core of your perception? The one who tells you you’re special, you’re different, you deserve more? And where has this gotten us as a species? Lonely, depressed, fractured, insane and desperate people who long for the peace of harmony but don’t even know how to ask for it.
There is one act of creation that has been given to us that is truly our Kingdom. And how blessed we are that it is the highest act of creation. This act of creation is love. It is our creative birthright, one we are all born with and all with equal capacity and measure. If everything we create is the result of and reliant upon the context into which we are born then truly the feeling of love is ours and ours alone. This feeling generated by the life which is yours can only come from within and is not dependent on nor does it answer to others. This is our only one and true creation, absolutely as unique as the individual. And what beauty! What grace it is to give and receive! Love, simple and pure and utterly profound. When it is unattached to the ego and selfless, as true love is - it serves to put the ego in its rightful place, as a servant to the higher Self. The result of the alchemization we undergo in the peace of love is communion. Understanding that we are no different than our brothers and sisters, that we are each inherently the same, children of the cosmos, which is what Father Sun in the sky reminds us of, a perfect circle, without beginning or end, ceaselessly giving off light and heat, always providing to everyone and everything without reservation or judgment. We are also children of our Mother Earth, all of us participants in the great web of life. The miraculous property of love is that it helps you realize you are not alone, you are not separate from the water or the trees nor indeed any living thing. When you see the world in this light, as it actually is, then you live in harmony because you are no longer perceiving yourself as outside this web, this magnificent system…we have a word for feeling outside this web of life and this word is hell. When one loves and removes themselves voluntarily from hell and it is voluntary and it can be done at any time for hell is an illusion, this separateness, it does not exist, even in the warrens of the most fetid city, we are still not separate, we are still tied to this web. But look what happens to this web when too many of us are living in hell, living out of the ego, sickness spreads to places we don’t even know about. Trees are felled. Mountains literally razed and waters rendered undrinkable and sterile with toxins. We need to claim our birthright and become the creators we are and live in harmony and love and this will mean we treat our cousins and brothers and sisters, the animal and plant life, with profound joy and respect for we would cherish them as our teachers and our providers and we would care for them as we care for ourselves, not look upon them as objects to be used as we will. Then there will be harmony and the deep peace that comes with it. Our waterways and air will be pure our forests will thrive because we will be thriving, in love and gratitude and honor.

Monday, March 18, 2013

My Heart Radiates Desire In Waves

My Heart Radiates Desire In Waves

My heart radiates desire in waves that
Beat ripples of time
Filling the air with lines of energy
Don’t tangle!
Be strong and true
Like the arrows
Shot from a huntsman’s bow
Help me find my way to you
Help me hear your clear call
Through the obfuscating noise of
Confusion
Woven into the fabric of this Earth by
Minds enthralled by stories
Learned sitting at the feet of fear
Under the cold and insufferable
Light of reason
Blow through this tangled web we weave
Like a gentle breeze
Traveling through branches
Unhindered and free like water
Fill this humble sail
Made from scraps gathered from
True moments I’ve lived
Stitched together with sinew and time
Send me to you
So that I may drown myself
In your siren call