There is a flame dwelling across the valleys and the plains, beyond the mountains and over the seas of our collective pain.
Anoint yourself if no one else will
You are the accumulation and the blessing
the chaos and this moment, still
Your senses are heightened, your intuition is ripe. This is the time to explore, to play, to indulge your curiosity and trust your instincts.
You know these boundaries well, dear Moon,
for you shine brightest in the dark
and so I nodded to you in your full time bloom
as you showered me with light
Step into the waters of your grief, this world’s grief. Wade if you can. The waters of the Earth contain the collective tears of our Mothers and Fathers, Sisters, Brothers and Ancestors.
Tonight it is a silky number breathed forth by the accumulation of our tenderest dreams, stitched together by the sea goat’s hoof and perfumed with wild flowers
She is the inverse, the growl of my days and purr in the night.
You who I hear
murmuring in the night
when you know I’m half awake
half dreaming of
You do not need to light 1,001 candles or achieve nirvana to meditate.
You just need to be present.
Slow down to speed up. For it is on our dreams, daydreams and imaginations that we access the fuel for our ideas. Not because those places are better than our waking physical reality, but because that process of shifting, of allowing ourselves to experience both completes us.