An Open Prayer….

An open prayer:

Will there come a day
when it is no longer our work
to grieve for the wounds to our mother’s body?

Will she,
buoyed on the rising currents of our love,
one day become whole again?

Radiant, wet
teeming and thriving
will she return in grace
to her abundant majesty?

These poisons are our poisons.
Her body is our body.
This spreading blackness
smothers my chest,
chokes your pores,
silences the sweet cacophony of life
which we cannot even hear anymore
above the din of our own
thrashings.

Can’t you feel it?
You, too,
are a frightened bird
an animal made wild
by the wrong that has befallen you.
You know it by its stench.

Sister bird
Brother seal
Mother ocean
I do not know what will become of you
of us
but I do know that
we will bear these consequences
as one family.

I pray,
God,
Goddess,
speak to us
speak through us
teach us that which we already know, that which we have forgotten:
so simple:
how to heal ourselves
stanch this hemorrhaging flow
repair
return
remember.

May the blackened tide that now touches
all of us
call us out of slumber.

Awaken. Here, in the night, awaken.
It was only a dream: your wings
are no longer encumbered with filth.
Now you can fly with them again.
Take my hand.
Rooted, we are aloft,
rising in love
allowing this dance
our most ancient migration
we soar
as one
towards rebirth.

unknown author

photo: sparrow

Buddha Baby

While walking thru the park this morning the heart was on the ground while attending to some swords plunged into its open space.

Then I looked up and about 40 yards away this previous little Buddha Baby was beaming a smile. Such tender grace and love lifted the heart. Walked towards him and his more and saw that his little ‘Nirvana” tee.

His Mom warmly gave permission to take his picture. I needed to remember why one carries on to dream and enact a more loving world. There are so many Buddha Babies and so many more to come. We are likely not to see the fruit of these days but Buddha Baby might. 😀🥰🤩

Even in the midst of all of this, we have a choice through the long walk of our lives. As the old ones say; It is up to us ; it can be a walk in the garden or a sled to hell.  The work and call of these days is important to this little one where every action is creative.

sparrow

a tender tremble….

 

 

Walked to the park and this sweet border collie came and laid down and showed me her stick. At first glance thought she might want me to throw the stick but in greeting more properly knew she just wanted to show me she had a stick and to just sit together.

Her heart was beating too rapid and she carried a slight tremble.  For a moment, i saw fully how the animals are also in the midst of these revealing and transformative days.

Then our hearts met and i surrendered into the peace that is always here and we just sat together for a while.

She offered her stick and i threw it. She retrieved it and returned to her person.

It was a sweet grace. Sometimes it is the little things that come to re-mind the big things.

sparrow

 

This is my creed, D. H. Lawrence

This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.
There is my creed.

– D. H. Lawrence

 

oh what castastrope, D.H.Lawrence

Oh what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling, taken away from the rising and setting of the sun, and cut off from the magic connection of the solstice and equinox. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots, because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars, and love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.

D. H. Lawrence

 

within it all…..

 

Photo by ordinarysparrow

I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea. There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.

– D. H. Lawrence

we have forgotten….Beth Morey

 

 

“we have forgotten that we were born
of celestial cataclysm.

we have forgotten how to dance
bare-footed on the earth to the cadence
of our souls. we have forgotten the ritual
fires and the acrid tang of holy smoke
on our tongues.”

“we have forgotten what night tastes like,
salted by full moon silver rupturing
the dark. we have forgotten how the skin
sings when the lunar fervor unfurls
across its follicles.”

“we have forgotten how to press our fingers
to the tilting planet’s jugular and measure
her pulse. we have forgotten symbiosis,
that she is our mother.

we have forgotten that when we rape
our world we rape ourselves.”

― Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

“imagine the desert
mothers, with hair tangled
tighter than their theology
and breasts that flowed milk
and mystic wisdom. they
knew how to draw the singing
sigils in the sand, how to dig
rough and bitten fingers
into desiccated dirt for water
to wet the lips of their young.

women of hips and heft, who
learned how to burn
beneath the wild and searing
sun, who made loud love
against the star-flecked threat
of night, who knew that strength
is not always a matter of muscle.

imagine your ancestresses,
the prophetesses of the arid
lands, before these starched
traditions and pews too hard
to pray from, who bled true
ritual and birthed their own fierce
souls at creation’s crowning –”

― Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

Collage image comes from Hoop Magazine..

sacred circle of life….

Every  time we take a breath, we become

the universe. The very moment of creation

is contained in us and passes on to rocks and trees,

animals and fish. The old ones say the essence of life

is in water and wind, earth and breath, fire and bone,

but most of all in breath, our first connection

to the elk, the hawk, the bear, and the buffalo.

Without breath, no connection.

Without no connection, no creation.

Without no creation, no breath.

This is the sacred circle of life, unbroken.

Nancy Wood

Return of Feminine Soul – Anima Mundi

 

 

” We need the magical powers within nature in order to heal and transform the world. But awakening these powers would mean that our patriarchal institutions will lose their control, as once again the mysterious inner world will come into play, releasing forces once understood by the priestess and the shaman, whose existence the patriarchal world has forgotten….The science of the future will work with these forces, exploring how the different worlds interact, including how the energies of the inner can be used in the outer. The shaman and the scientist will work together, the wisdom of the priestess and wisdom of the physician renew their ancient connection.

But the first step is to awaken these powers, not just individually but for the whole world. We are moving into a global era, and any real changes need to be made globally. If we try to grasp powers for our own individual use, we risk descending into black magic, which is the use of inner powers for the purposes of ego. Our next step in evolution is to realize the primal truth of oneness and to reunite our individual light with the whole.

Real academical work was always for the sake of the whole. In our inner journey, our own alchemical process, to work for the same of the whole means to acknowledge the dimension of the anima mundi. The light we discover in our own depths is a spark of the World Soul, and the world needs this light in order to evolve. When we make this connection in our consciousness and imaginations, we begin to change the fabric of life. ….The same substance that transforms our individual self is the primordial world-creating spirit, the “universal and scintillating fire in the light of nature, which carries the heavenly spirit with it.” When we liberate it within ourselves but do not claim it just for ourselves, solely for our own inner process, we create certain connections through which this energy can flow into the core of life. We participate in the alchemical work of liberating the anima mundi.

This is the first step in the work.

What does it mean to liberate the anima mundi?

. . . The alchemists understood that the individual is a microcosm of the whole, and that what can happen to each of us can happen to the world.

When the light of the soul returns, a grey world of drudgery begins to sparkle; the multi-hued qualities of drudgery begins to sparkle; the multi-hued qualities of creation become visible. Instead of the endless pursuit of pleasure, life beckons us on a search of meaning: the colors of life speak to us, telling us their story, singing to us their song. The music of life returns, a music that is creation alive. A real dialogue between inner and outer life begins to unfold as we directly participate i the hidden mystery of life coming alive: it comes alive within our self and within the world. In the light of the soul the barriers between the inner and the outer dissolve, and we no longer have to dig beneath the surface for some semblance of purpose to our lives.”

Llewellyn Vaugh-Lee, The Return of the Feminine and the World Soul
excerpts from the chapter called, Anima Mundi

photo by ordinarysparrow

Tree of the season 12/14/2014

Wisdom of the sacred tree
bless the Earth
through all the seasons.
Mornings rises and and shaded evenings
yielded to each other.
Twilight of the coming winter
we arrive through extended nights,
caressing moon  and  stars.
May we open with passion for your beauty.

 

so much beauty in this dying…..

If one looks closely, everything in nature is a map…..