The Still Point

I have come now

to the Still Point

that place the ego does not like

for it requires waiting, resting, being

Digesting

Can’t we just rush forward

Get to the next thing

Do just a little more

I say firmly,

No my Hercules

We must stop

It is time to integrate

I know how you hate it

How you wish to push further

Conquer the next task

Kill the next dragon

Or make it our pet

And we will get there in time

I promise

For now the best way you can help me

is to let us Be

Breathe

Feel

Would you join me?

I’ll make us that peach and clove tea you like

Sip it slowly and take in the gray clouds and the rich, Fall feeling that goes with them

There, now

Not as bad as you thought, huh

This Waiting.

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Winged Victory of Samothrace

When I saw her, and before I knew her name,

I had one thought —

Freedom

She, with her wings spread wide

An angel welcoming the sun as a lover

Heart so open, so strong

I imagine her head thrown back,

her body filled with a light

no darkness

could ever

touch

Nothing Lost

There is nothing like Deep Knowing

The feeling of enrichment and meaning diving head-first into your own thriving cells

Penetrating you from the core

Breaking you open, raw and alive

Heart expanded about 1000 times

There is no lover like this!

Even the most satisfying sex merely a distant, handicapped contender

Muted against these powerful tides

Brilliant, gushing, flowing, soul-filling

Enlightenment strikes!

Breathless and starkly aware

Heart pumping, eyes wide

Inside still and screaming at the same time

I live! I live! Yes, I am alive!

Nothing can be taken from me that will not be returned

In perfect form

Anything Less-Than will be made whole again

For it is I who creates

Do you see me?!

I have woven myself through your myths and songs, stories and tales

You yourself in this moment

Write ME!

You yourself in this moment

Read me

Feel me

Know me

Coursing through the veins I gave you

Embodied as divine

Fly child

Live and Know

Soak it all up and fear not

For we will return again and again and again

And nothing, nothing in you will ever be

Lost

Nothing in you will

Ever

Be

Lost

Proclamation

wonderwoman

Pick me swiftly

Lift me with the skill of your own unique art

I don’t care what Art it is

Only that you Own It

Draw me, paint me if you please

But first you have to reach me

And for god’s sake, dear man –

First you have to see me

I have no use for pedestal

I have no use for gutter

I may take on the role of Muse, but I won’t be your mother

Do not call me witch, or I’ll use my Witch on you

Leave me off your labels, and I might let you in my room

Honor What Lives Now in me, don’t make it such a fix-ed thing

I am ever-changing

I am Real

I want to be Felt

I am fleshed out and if you don’t know what I’m talking about

I think it’s best you go

I am so sick of your many projections

“She’s probably, like…”

Like what?

Like something you just made up?

What’s the matter little boy,

Couldn’t ask for directions?

Are you too afraid to Actually Know?

When we get through the requisite highs

The heat that meets in the beginning

Can you handle the requisite lows?

I want to know you have What It Takes

Do you have what it takes?

Do you have what it takes to make it through the wretched and hellish, the dark and demeaning?

To scorch your soles on the burning fire and find The Thing with meaning?

Do you?

Did you hesitate?

Then it might be too late for you

You’ve got to Know

Because I do

I’ve been through it all and back again

Intimate with Soul

As enemy and friend

I know exactly what it takes

To discover, to suffer, to die, to create

I will no longer entertain

The fearful, stuck or weak

The He who cannot honor love

The He who cannot reach

I am reserved for the man who can open his eyes

See me fully and stand in his power

Just as I stand

in mine

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Image

I am outside

I am naked

I reach my hands into the black, rich soil

Fingers sliding down into Her

Bringing mother earth up to me

Smearing her dark Purity across my arms

Down my legs and torso, face covered

Warrior-woman–princess-goddess-girl

There is a low sun and a light breeze

I stand on land that is me

Arms open, palms welcome Sky

Fingers stretched out,

Receiving

Face tilted back,

Drinking in the golden elixir of The Great Spirit

Who moves me to run

Wild and Free

In the home of my Ancestors

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