Dreaming

I close my eyes to dream a dream Sister drum tones the way Birch sisterhood circle Shimmering iridescent blues Spiralling into the beyond Spirit of place that holds my heart Turtle comes to guide me on my journey Into fluidity we glide together Spirits merged My place of counsel awaits Sky Lodge beings hold space …

Leaping

Suited and booted I was. Top of my game and driving a fast car. Selling my soul for the price of making it. Big bucks and sadness on tap. It wasn't supposed to be like this at the top. The brochure looked much nicer than the reality. Slave to the machine. Walking away to follow …

Whispers of Walden

warm orange early morning sun wraps itself around one side of the birch trees who bathe blissfully in it's embrace outside my cabin. Birdsong floats ethereally across the sky and the leaves whisper a soft response. The land is alive and I too. Inner music sings my soul awake and my hearts peels back another …

UNTOLD

i wrote this for you but i don't know who you are so i guess it must be for me   although the problem remains the same   to remedy this i have begun peeling back the layers of accumulated time-tinged paper that create   masks of stories of who you are of who i …

how to make magic: part ii

stand barefoot in the warm earth point your fingers to your heart and allow the w(hole) universe to flow in fill yourself with galaxies of love which tingle and explode into goosebumps as tiny planets on the skin-surface of you   reminded of the unity of it all in a moment we fall into that …

s(elf)

saccharin smiles and neatly brushed hair angelic smiles force fed by demonic parents one for the album of all that you see but me this isn't the kind of doctor you wished for unfurling that which you wished to cage as spirals of thought spill from the axis of normal flowering from oppression's compost garden is …

this land

harrowed ghost dance shadows flit to and fro across the water whispered Lakota song echoes kiksuyapi, kiksuyapi*   *don’t forget/remember     submission for Camera Flash at Real Toads      

Come the Light

  this parabolic transit arcs to a still-point a reflective moment among cycles of time we watch for the return of the sun or the son perhaps? either way there is hope a glimmer an ember a spark long buried in the heart of winter's icy repose this pregnant darkness   and it was always …

oneness

jack frost came so beautifully this morning sprinkling Narnia across this land where i am so fortunate to dwell i could see the tinkling fingers of winter hear the warmth of a low sun taste the colours of iced crystals touch the silence within a tear smell the light lifting gloom i ceased to be …

Tree Spirit

Kissing the sky with my mind I sit quietly and stare at the changeling, as she opens. The old beech tree standing there singing in the corner of the field. She is so beautiful, wise, matriarchal in her stature and I love her. There is a deep connection here that always opens up in me …