In warm dark

19 Thursday Mar 2015

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Older even than yesterday,

not by loss or separation but

through integration.

Finding one’s bones calls together pieces

held apart

by the paralysis of stories requesting endings.

When settled back into bones,

whole now,

a new story begins.

Fire and Wind,

Light and Shadow,

Earth and Water,

the pairs learn

where to weave their edges-

fingers finding each other in warm dark.

This is full movement,

empowerment,

the invitation of Being.

For that,

there are no words.

You call my name

15 Sunday Mar 2015

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You call my name

when I go to that place I don’t understand,

the one where the word for terror was unknown.

Your firm, tender voice reaches in,

helps pull me out

of history that feels like a drowning.

Reclamation becomes devotion.

New birds continue to perch on the tree,

a proof the threatening waters

did not claim me.

When you call, I return 

from somewhere losing its strength

to possess.

Difficult to say,

but I couldn’t do this alone.

I hear you call,

Thank you.

Such daring as this

10 Tuesday Mar 2015

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Such daring as this,

as this,

the brilliant awakening of spirit to form,

the recollection of our song,

song of the universe.

We clear the way,

set fire to the brush, roll boulders away,

push dead, fallen trees back from the path-

We face our fears,

welcome and dismantle them,

in a full-bodied knowing

of our own magnificence.

Remember?

09 Monday Mar 2015

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Let the world hold you.

The father’s hands are spread beneath

your heavy newborn head and graceful spine, 

his eyes engaged in gentle reverence.

Hearts in coherence.

The mother’s hands tuck you into bed, 

following a long day of play,

and she sits beside you 

to hear your last words before sleep,

brushing a tuft of hair from your brow.

In looking around and within,

you see humans in awkward and desperate extension,

searching for safety.

But safety

is not the reason for your existence,

for breath, for the sweetness of falling tears,

the exhilaration of dancing feet..

Sense the structure of your body,

feel the ground pushing back.

While finding that deep rest, a voice rises-

“Drop into me. 

This is only your nest. 

You have broad wings,

remember?”