Remember when wisdom trickled softly in the background of every moment/ e v e r f l o w i n g in the fountain in the courtyard of our collective spirit
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
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
You who I hear
murmuring in the night
when you know I’m half awake
half dreaming of
There are spiritual worlds where fairies dwell… sometimes they are closer than we might think, tucked snugly in that space… you know, that space in-between?
Always back to you. I come as I am, and you never judge me. I come to you as rain to soil, snow to branches. You are the One I lie upon. I give myself to you, you who always accepts me, who knows me without trying.
Monks wash my face
and pine needles purify my feet
yet to remove this dead, decaying outer layer
which no longer serves to guard my boundaries
I must use my nails
It pulls my heart through the ribs, turns it inside out, smears it in the caverns of my cellular, memory, where the rich golden light of that beautiful, barren earth glows so earnestly against the bluest sky I ever saw.
I AM the Sound of the silent Heart, the Letter never sent, I AM the dying Ember to rekindle the Flame, I AM always Different and eternally Same
From the letters of your Past to the wings of your Future, you are a wondrous, evolving being. Proclaim your Truth, even if others don’t understand. Then proclaim it again. For you are a Holy One and you are not alone.