tears running down my cheeks.
I watch as they collect like rainwater
On the weary ground beneath me.
A soil warmed by centuries of wounded
souls witnessed by the sun and the moon
that never waivered as they sheltered
nature’s creation and the beings that
were borne upon it.
Oh to be held by such compassion
by every god in the heavens
Embodying the miracles whispered
as every tear strolling down my cheek
held a prayer by our ancestors to be heard
and answered by all of creation.
The scars left over from ancient lineages embedded in both our earthen forms and astral bodies.
A spiritual fatigue waging war against fear and doubt, numbing every expression of love we have to offer.
Many of us want to rest, yet we think we are giving up or giving in.
When can surrender appear to us as sublime beauty dancing on the precipice of
The most profound love waiting to touch our hearts?
When can embodiment be praised as much as the spirit for carrying those lineages
whose yearning for grace amidst struggle brought them to their knees?
Our surrender can be a gentle one.
Amidst the chaos and the darkness
We can lay down our cross gently
So that each blade of grass caresses
It tenderly, as though wings of angels were kissing
its magnificence.
This deluge of spirits and ancestors, feral wisdom
Descending from realms unknown.
To interpret the intensity and spiritual frequency
Seems so disrespectful at this very moment.
Rather, my heart yearns to worship the silence
In between those powerful raindrops
As each one tears through
The gaping hole left in humanity’s collective soul
Creating the way for rebirth.
It’s coming.
Orchestrated by songs of light and darkness
Love letters from the ancestors
Craving respite throughout time
From ancient wounds whispered over and over again by each generation
Formed into tiny fractals of hopes and dreams passed onto those not even born
Awaiting as evolution unfolds as those who arise after us
Are baptized by the dust we become as we transition beyond the veil.
Those separate worlds begin to merge and
Become an intimate sphere filled with delicious nectar.
Take a drink my friends
Of all that is holy and wondrous
It is time you begin your own love letter.
There is a soul out there waiting to hear your words
Echoed throughout time
Words that will soften their journey
Upon this wayward world.
Her name over and over again.
Embodying it’s energies into her soul
Until every syllable became her muse
As she witnessed her purpose.
Aching with such a longing to be fulfilled
She yearned for stardust to gather miracles
And place them upon the path before her.
Her name became her prayer. Her purpose became her grace,
And bearing witness became her life.
Her visions raw with such discernment
Of humanity’s weaknesses
As well as her strengths.
Patterns emerging, of indescribable chaos only to
Be eclipsed by a grace that would trickle down
From the heavens each moment a prayer was uttered.
Consumed by a hope that suppressed any darkness
And lit every candle along the path,
She became unstoppable
In her quest to love.
And love she did
With all her might
Until the darkness lay down its sword and
Surrendered to the light.
I wandered through the desert, a wilderness encapsulated
By body and mind
Watching every breath as it whispered your name
Only to be drenched by sorrow as
You were no where to be found.
Or perhaps was it I who was lost to myself?
A silence so deafening
I could not sense paradise beyond
My own emptiness.
I waited for any flicker of light
To show me the path toward your heart once again.
The light just drew me back into myself.
And there you were, waiting patiently for me
To love myself again.
tears running down my cheeks.
I watch as they collect like rainwater
On the weary ground beneath me.
A soil warmed by centuries of wounded
souls witnessed by the sun and the moon
that never waivered as they sheltered
nature’s creation and the beings that
were borne upon it.
Oh to be held by such compassion
by every god in the heavens
Embodying the miracles whispered
as every tear strolling down my cheek
held a prayer by our ancestors to be heard
and answered by all of creation.
