Sunday, August 30, 2015

The ground trembles...

The ground trembles 
Beneath my feet
As I enter into the forest
My forest, my refuge

I walk forward regardless
Unsure of what is causing 
The tremors
And then it happens...

Underneath my feet 
A sapling erupts
A new forest is growing 
Quickly, moving upwards
It pierces my flesh

Limbs reach through me
I am immobilized 
I am rooted
I don't even have a moment to scream 

My body is encased
My arms reaching up inside 
I am blind and cannot hear you

This moment lasts but a minute
A minute, a moment
Reality is broken for me
No longer having access to mine
I sink down into my core

Darkness and silence
Darkness and silence
There is a gentle sensation
Beneath me
Like small hairs, moving, seeking something...
Earth humming against the filaments, our roots

The roots cast out
Searching and feeling, singing
The whole tree is singing
I feel the vibrations 
Humming, my heart starts to beat inside the sound

My blood flows outward
Creating the leaves of the tree
Red leaves unfurling like small hands curled ready to hold water
To hold sunlight

I have been transformed 
Torn and wrecked
My reality taken from me
Reality alien and strange
I am the tree with the blood red leaves

Thursday, August 20, 2015

The many pathways.

In the beginning I thought that my path lead me straight ahead
I would force my progress
And in doing so I harmed myself
Maybe others, for I could not see my surroundings 
A narrow focus 
A limited focus, my youth only granting me superficial understanding 

Paths wander and sometimes we are lost

In my newly gifted adult years
I became lost many times
And as many lost people do, I panicked 
I ran in circles, forced pathways
I was bloodied 
I destroyed parts of the forest to find a new path
Sometimes I stopped trying to find a way
Weeping, lost
Calling out for help

I wander and I find you

I found you
On this path
Both facing the same way
Our faces dirtied and scratched
We held each other's hands
Walking on the twisted pathway of life
We argue about the next turn sometimes
But we stick together

The path opens and dissolves

As we reach the end
The path opens and dissolves
We look back, I look back
There never was a path to follow 
It's all forest, thick and full
I walked each step as I needed to
And made a path inside myself

Friday, August 14, 2015

She got it

Blackout poetry inspiration 

She got it
She held it in her hands
It was glowing

Once happy
Once sad
Once thoughtful 
Feelings and thoughts
Ever changing

She shoved her way despite
Shivering wide-eyed
Fear and longing
Moving forward
Through everything 

On Yggdrasil 
Nine days
As Odin
Receiving knowledge
Of life and death

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Prayers to the mother

The dark mother
She protects us 
When we cannot find our way
She destroys illusion
Because she doesn't fear dark things
She has embraced it so totally
She is darkness

She is the clarity you find after walking through pain
Through heartbreak and dissolution 
She waits for you 
And grins her toothy grin

Darkness, pain, evil
In the end these are part illusion
Part temporal
She is Mahakala
The Great Mother
She will protect you
Hold you
Walk with you
So you can awaken to your true self

Monday, August 10, 2015

The Cloud Altar

Meet me at the Cloud Altar
Say you'll come

I come here and sit everyday
And talk to the cloud people
Like all humans I talk too much

Listening is harder
Listening requires that I receive
Not so easy being open, being vulnerable 

So I'm here another day
Listening to the clouds
My eyes closed
My center humming

Say you'll come and sit with me
Listen with me
Close your eyes
It'll be alright

Then let's walk through 
And up to the cloud people
Desolving and reforming ourselves 
Again and again
Until we become rain
Falling, falling, gracefully falling
Earthbound once more

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Hidden World

The forest holds so much information 
Worlds overlapping
Like curtains gently moving in a soft breeze
As they move against each other
The optical illusion broken
For a split second
I see the hidden world in the trees

Determined to find my opening
Running and dancing towards the entrance
Closing my eyes, trusting my knowing
Eyes can play tricks, they hold to reality too firmly
Falling gently into the hidden world

Eyes now open to vibrancy of this new world
Colors warm and soft
Energy moving off the leaves to the heavens
A communication to be sent

I place my hands inside the stream of light emerging 
Touched by this light it moves into me
Changing my cells, changing everything about me
My eyes explode with color
Closing them the colors move inside
A hidden world revealed
A hidden world found

Tuesday, August 4, 2015


The day you came to me
I was on my knees
Looking at the roots 
I could see that they were covered
In what I could not say

My hands dirtied
My knees and back sore 
I kept pulling the sickly growth away

The day you came 
I had gotten a little deeper that day
I could see their strength 
Thick roots deeply set into the earth 

My tears they started washing away 
That strange growth
My tears could cleanse
My efforts were fruitful
My hands had use

The day you came 
I saw the beginnings 
I saw the depth and breadth of the roots
Connected to the earth, to the source
I will tend my tree
I will care for my roots

Monday, August 3, 2015

The keeper of the forest

The forest man
He watches me
I can feel him
Alive, vast
Reaching out to me
He is ancient, this green man
Father of the sprites and pixies
He absorbs my breath
Taking the measure of its depth
He knows why I come here 
Why I stare longingly, lovingly, a bit wistful 

It's a strange story
Made of soul memories 
To be a guardian of the trees
Wearing my armor of leaves dipped in pitch
Holding my spear made from stone and tree
Being connected to the network of nature
Listening to the songs of the trees
I know this was true but past

That forest man can see in my eyes
My memories of this time
So I am allowed to see hints of my past
Little reminders given as gifts
From the forest man 
The guardian of the trees

Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Chalice

A vessel of light
Delicate of shape only
It holds sacred illumination 
For whom you ask?
The one who knows how to drink it
Becomes the one who digests its nourishment 

The light itself will burn away all darkness
The one who drinks must know this
Prepare for this 
Accept this
Accept that they too will be transformed into a sacred vessel
Will become light
Will be nourishment to others

Illumination manifest