Month: April 2013

The spirit of the world is very much alive.
She will stalk your dreams to free
egoic bonds that hold us captive
in ‘dreaming wake’ – to call you to remember
her spirit lives in you.  ‘Danu’, she is Mother
of the Tuatha De Danaan, or Mother Ayahuasca,
Mother Earth, Neith, Umay, Gaia; so
many names.

I dream of her. I dream that, just in the moment
of dawn betwixt dream and awakening, she
pulls our destinies from caskets on the sea
bed, her arms unfolding great swatches of
seaweed, glistening in salty wind.
She shakes our soul spirits from her tangled hair,
dancing, back out into the world to begin
another day, vibrant, replenished.

It is said that the spirit of the world holds all knowledge from
all of time.  It is she who is that still small voice within,
and when grief floods in and binds your eyes tight shut
with black ribbon, it is she who gently holds your heart
and weaves it back together with windsong sutures.

(You used to say all landscapes
are carved from myth, even the landscapes of our bodies.
And that myth can carry us home.)

How to find her?  Stand outside in nature,
marvel at the raw beauty of it all.  She will find you,
kiss your wounds with sea-stung lips, rock you to sleep beneath
a canopy of trees.

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