This poem came out of two recent dreams, one with a cat messenger, the other with heron.
Bast, scratch memory back into skin
I walk the Hall of Two Truths
searching for rebirth. Bennu, shed
the gray for white with a ribbon
of blue. Lonely hunter of voice
speak to me of silence. I wade
between worlds seeking balance
to bend with willow’s grace
is the gift of sorrow
Blue Jay
Open words that press against your throat
shout
rage
dare not
to be quiet
silence is constricting
defy a boundary not yours
spread wings
blue like the opened voice
the sky is waiting
you belong to the air
free
soar unobstructed
truth
is
the light of your heart
speak
and recover joy
Loon
My song haunts
memory. Dive inside darkness
deeper than fear
until your dreams
surface. Sing them
to the light. They seek
air. That collar around your throat
is an illusion, child
stop holding back hope
Imagine your world
into being
Who are you?
Meet me at the Bridge of Truth
where the River Choice flows
into infinity
Which way will you go?
The question opens darkness
calling for a surrender to
eyes that bring light
into night
discover love
is a seed nestled inside shadows
Grow full like Moon. Shine
through the veil of secrets wiser
than fear
Remember, strength
is a gentle heart with wings
The cardinal is one of my favorite birds to watch. I often see them in pairs, the male bold and showy, the female more modestly camouflaged with the Earth. They are birds who bring the Earth’s blood into song and light.
Singing Fear into Light
Look at me
I am red aflame
in feathers
Orange-beaked
I speak the Song
of Self
Sing light through
a collar of night
I am fear
transformed
This blood of Earth
moves through you
Listen
I seem to be lacking a photograph of an earthworm, but I’ll be honest, I don’t find it one of Mother Earth’s more attractive children. I once had a dream about finding a pile of live earthworms inside the skimmer basket of my pool. The earthworm brings our attention to the burden of the past we carry inside of us, reminding us that this weight we choose to bear can be recycled into new life.
Recycling the dark into Light
I chew the earth free to bring
air to dense matter. See without
eyes, feel
without hands
breathe
a skin of lungs
I am yin and yang
whole
even when broken
This past you carry
inside darkness
will be digested into light
This poem contains pieces from shamanic journeys I have made to the belly of Earth.
A Journey Back to Self
I travel to the belly of Earth
to see the sun inside my womb
Serpent, you have rested long
coiled in wait at the roots
She, of the Fiery Eye, open
Night lies in a cloak of shadows
Shake free your mane, Skehmet
Ra waits above the Mighty Oak
Life grows in darkness
before it breathes Light
Huascar, I seize your offering
bring forth the boy in hiding
Quetzalcoatl of feathers and scales
I am ready to balance the star
And dance the circle whole
The spider is one of my animal spirit totems. Often a guide for writers, the spider teaches us the mysteries of language, helping us find the voice we hold inside. Here is what spider had to say:
Keeper of Words
I weave the memory
of words
Old soul
talk to me about
Silence
I wrap silk to hold
life. Bleed the tangled
Walk my labyrinth
back to the center
Step gently, remember
sound is vibration
Feel words held
like a mummy wrap
Release the ancient
mystery of your language
Awaken
Continuing with bird messengers, today’s poem is about Robin, whose orange breast is often referred to as “red.” Robin is a confident, courageous bird whose presence heralds spring and the endless cycle of rebirth.
Courageous Heart
I wear red like a badge
of courage
through rebirth’s
endless unfolding
bringing raw creation
from Earth to offer
blue orbs of truth
waiting to break
into voice. I sing
the cycle of self
The chickadee is a bold, yet social bird who wears the colors of contrasts in white and black. The chickadee sings its name without fear and shows us the way to our Truth.
Singer of Truth
I sing my name
happy, into sky
echoing the heart-
beat of Mother Earth
my dense body is small
my soul, infinite
I am black beside
white, magic
birthed into light
follow my path
to your Truth
The Light Behind the Story 