Inner Child, Inner Wisdom

Shouldn’t we be like

the children rejoicing

at every moment

of our eternity?

 

What made us lose

that wondrous play –

that sense of awe

at the infinite?

 

This world was meant to be our light,

our place of exploration,

but it breaks at the seams

with the tales of our delusion

 

severing from ourselves, we go

like broken shards

visages of all that we are, automatons

 

and yet the child within each of us

never dies, waits for our embrace

just behind.

The Giants and the Stars

She asked herself

if it was possible

to love unconditionally,

to gather herself up from the many winds

 

she wondered what it would be like

to feel whole again

to collect the pieces from all the people she had ever been

 

she looked in the mirror

and she wasn’t sure

if she’d ever know herself –

even if she could imagine, even if she could recall

her every form

 

she loved them back

from the battles

called them back from the horror

willed them back

from the places they’d been caught

 

could she look honestly

at every mistake,

every dream and every triumph?

The phantoms, the illusions

the cloaks and the daggers

still waiting for her in the dark?

 

The mighty embers –

the dreams of what could be,

the giants and the stars?

Taking Flight

In his eyes

I find

my horizon,

the truths that linger

between seen and unseen

 

I find him in the setting sun

when the world

rises into another

 

there are other places

awaiting in the apex

of dreams

this world – a dream

as any other

 

when I walk by the water I feel the all pervading presence

I am one with the eternal being,

and he is there beside me, one with me

inside me,

in his eyes I find

I awaken

 

the waters tremble and give way to new realities

I am more myself

than I have ever been,

free in his arms

liberated in his embrace

I am one with the all pervading sum,

equations

and truths are born inside of me,

the plants of his seed give way

to new life

 

I am made in his breath,

taking flight.

The Vow

A love so bold it marches against the tide

two halves of a whole

torn asunder

 

born on a foreign star

in lives long forgotten,

become like dreams to us all

 

some now remember

the ancient vows

the elder planets – the cities,

their homes

 

I open my eyes to the rod and staff,

the faithful promise made to each other:

 

no fire, no force, no sword, no blow

no dream, no obstacle could ever part us

 

through drought and storm,

the dark nights of the soul,

through the chaos and in order

across the various worlds,

the lives without end

 

what is weaved above shall be below.

The Beloved

 

A poem inspired by Zion National Park

 

I call to you

wearing a mask of stone

 

my heavy slopes have fed

the deer

the hummingbird

the fly

 

Painted dreams

swirl and dance in my clay

 

my wildflowers smile beside sweet moss

 

I am the secret and sacred cove

there is a whole world that looms inside of me

mountain peaks and portals of illumination,

gateways to other realities

 

there are codes in me

that could lead one to immortality.

 

I am the one who has dreamt of canyons

lands as bright as snow,

cliffs as red as blood–

sacred groves

 

I have seen the black soil

empty like the womb of the world

 

I have heard your voice

as sweet as morning dew

 

you are glorious like the rising sun,

I have wondered at your breadth

for eons.

 

I am streaked in turquoise

like my mother,

sweet mother

the narrow river

who has carved and shaped me

 

my hair is silver like the dying trees

who watch upon my heights

 

the traveling birds await,

their crests as black as night

to soar – to dance and dream.

 

Gods have lived whole lives

in the time I have longed for you

 

It is possible that now

I could find you

and embrace you?

 

Oh how I yearn for you

like the river thirsts for the ocean,

the way the mountain seeks to know the starry sky

 

come to me, I say

as swift as night and as steady as the day

awaken, beloved, from your slumber

 

it has been too long since we were parted,

do you remember that we are one?

In other worlds and other times,

in all the dimensions above?

 

Come as steady as the birds that cross the seas and always find their way

come as steady as the tide

the phases of the moon —

 

I await.

 

Oh I come quicker than the summer storms

for my heart bursts with desire

 

I ride as quick as the night

there is no mountain, no creature

no danger that could dissuade me

 

come

as certain as the spring

as sweet to me as nectar,

the sap that runs in my trees.

 

I pray for safety in the dark

for the twists and turns may deceive me

 

you will be like the ocean’s waves

triumphant across the perilous way

 

the face of the desert flashes in the night

the sky is covered with clouds.

I bear no light to guide me.

I find myself descending

into the shadows of my mind…

 

Was I mistaken?

Was it an imposter

that mocked me all this way?

 

Could love be true

after all this pain?

 

The centuries alone

with no one to hold me

no voice,

no love

in those forsaken paradigms

 

cycling and cycling

without choice, without redemption

lost after time

dying for a way

 

Perhaps this was all a dream

of peace, of oneness —

a spirit

a malicious god

bewitched me?

 

For I see nothing more

than rock and toil,

the heat of an angry sky

 

my sweet love, look beyond the stones

and find my gentle streams

the rivers flood with expectation,

bring life to all above

 

beyond my mask there lies my treasure,

look into my caverns,

my springs cascade with light.

 

I fear, dear one

I have gone blind.

 

Than feel me waiting in the silky mist

the lofty windows

of your awakened soul

 

I am stone and fire,

the water and the wind

 

have no fear for

the swimming deer

takes little heed

the mountain squirrels burrow peacefully away

 

there is light in my soul

and darkness, too – 

but all is true in glorious harmony

 

do not fear

my gnarled roots

where antennae and winged beasts thrive.

 

I hear your waterfalls,

see your slopes lined with green

your luscious gardens grow in the desert heat

 

I hold my hand

to your secret springs

 

let me

calm your wildfire,

the depth of your ancient heart

 

the mist of the emerald water

streaks and mystifies

 

I rise

before the emerald waters,

moved by your devotion

 

a wondrous being

a cloaked one

holds in their hands an ancient mask of rock

 

hands

reach out to mine,

orange from the clay

 

soft hands

touch my shoulders

my hips

and my legs

 

I remember, I remember

my beloved,

the one I’ve known in every world

 

my dear beloved

always within me 

and outside of me

 

All is one.

Lie with me.

We hold each other

fingers

weave across my skin

 

you whimper softly like a bird

 

there are lips

giving

lips passing

lips meeting

 

your hands fall beneath,

touch me where no one has ever

reached

 

I tell you,

I am the soul of all things

 

an ancient and sacred being.

 

I soften

as my body turns

 

butterflies

streak above

with yellow wings

 

inside

inside me

you reach

 

the water pools,

and I am swept away

 

I run like the river in paradise.