And then it came time. Time for her to utter the blood dripping prayer of her soul. May they see the blood and guts its taken to get here. May they know that every last piece of skin has been torn from me to arrive. May they see that I’ve been broken and scared in fighting the demons of my own betrayal. When I come through, frothing at the mouth, blood shot eyes, wired unbrushed hair, torn dress, no shoes and dirty finger nails, may the world see what it has taken to free myself from the chains of a system that tried to destroy everything that I am.
Even if you have a partner, go by yourself some roses today. Don't wait for them to come from someone else. If they do, bonus, you've got two bunches.
If you don't have a partner, buy yourself some roses and then go put on your finest dress and take yourself out for dinner.
Don't wait to feel love from another. Evoke it every single day of your existence, through the cells of your body and your bursting open heart.....
Go into nature and give your love to the wild. Sing to a tree, make offerings to the flowers, dance with the birds. Even if you're shy, especially if you're shy, do it anyway. We can not wait to love a second longer.......
And most of all, even when your heart broken in love, even if you've suppressed your capacity to love again, find a way to break, just a little and never stop loving, yourself first. Know that your heart break in the source of your deepest love, if you can just turn to face and meet it.......
This poem was tucked away in a note book, in between some equally inspiring creative dreaming. It made me think of all of the creative workings we have tucked away in note books that never get to be seen....
PRAISE THE GODS
Don't praise me
Praise the Gods
Praise them because everyday
They watch over you
Like hawks of wonder
Whispering your sweet song
When you feel their tingling pulse rush through the cells of your animal
Don't turn away in haste
Instead, slow down and listen to what the moon beam wants to tell you,
And then write it down
Let your fingers be the transcribers
Of invisible wisdom
That flaps in the breeze
Asking to become known
On the sail of your pen
Let it trickle through your ancient bones
Until it oozes from the pours of your being
For surely, the gods want to be seen...
Silver Moon Poetry.
"For this I stand with standing rock, even though I am the other side of the Atlantic ocean, I feel the movement happening. It’s happening within each and every one of us. We are freeing ourselves fro the paradigm of oppression and standing for Life. Our own lives, those of our ancestors and those of the our children.
I pray with every cell of my being because this is where the revolution is. It's in the way that we walk in the world. The earth is our body and we when let every cell of our being be moved by whats happening, it sends ripples out to the Earth. Our bodies are the earth. So I call out and ask that you join me in your own way, wherever you are to pray with the life that you are."
Our dreams are portals into the Mystery. Deep in the stillness of the night, whilst you waking mind sleeps, the depths of your personal mythos is available to your sleeping eye. If we’re lucky, we get to capture the images that have been gifted to us from Dream Maker and bring them into our waking consciousness. In doing so, there is an opening for us to listen to the deeper current of our lives.
"This show had been created via a deep listening of the DreamTime. I was called, so I answered. I got still, I listened to the Blood. I wrote love in the form of poetry, from the magic of our sacred moon. When the show was ready, I asked how can I serve. I was shown to make this a show for the people."
"It's my prayer that the energy raised, through the show, through the money we raise, is going to make an impact to the world we live in, not matter how small. It's my prayer that the feminine essence that is held in the Blood, can be liberate so she can return once again to this earth and to her people, so that we can remember what it means to live in deep reciprocity to love, life and each other."
"The war on the sexes is at the root of the destruction of our planet and her resources. When we can come back into right relationship and honor the feminine, (which is in both man and woman), the soul of our humanity and our beloved earth we can restore the beauty that is our birth right and end the brutality that’s destroying our planet"
"We’ve all been wounded, every single one of us. No matter how perfect, or not, our upbringing was, we’ve all been wounded. We all carry a core vulnerability. It was designed that way. It was meant to be like that. Mystery saw to it. Its a gift of the soul. The worst thing we can do is lie to ourselves."
"To transcend our pain is to forget what it means to be deeply human. This doesn’t meant that we become identified with our pain, more that when we open to all of the broken places with in our being, if we allow ourselves to really feel, we can be taken to a whole new level of consciousness, about ourselves, our soul and ultimately the world soul."
"The work is on the inside and then we have the capacity to make the changes we so long for on the outside. It seems the shift of our times, is learning how to dance, the inner and the outer, the masculine and the feminine, the doing and the being. Once we do, then surely we can create a world where the heart and the mind are once again in love, in sacred union. Dancing once again in our divine nature as humans. "
"Once you’ve found her, you’ll never want to let her go. For once you’ve found her, the true meaning of all of your existence will fall into place and it will all make sense. Then your whole world will be turned upside down because you’ll realize your whole life has been based on a lie. A box, a prison that was slowly constructed for you along the way."
"The inner relates to feeling, the feminine, soul, our bodies. The world in which we live focuses on thinking, the masculine, transcending spiritual practice and the mind. Of course there is nothing wrong with these aspects, its just when they are not in reciprocal flow with the inner then we have an imbalance. And this is what we are seeing all over the world."
"She’s been in the underground, buried under piles of dirt. Now she is rising wild. Wild in the way that she lives her truth out into the world. She doesn’t depend on the approval of western culture. She has remembered something much deeper than that. She has remembered the truth of her own existence."
"The more I tore it down, the more stars I could see. I could see the trees swaying in the moon light. They wanted to show me how to dance again. I stood up and I copied them. I took my shoes off and let my bare feet touch the earth. I moved my hips, extended my arms and started to sway. My feet grew roots. My finger tips touched the stars. The wild woman from deep down in the underground tugged on my recent roots and moved my hips with her vibration. I felt the expanse of the universe in my awakening soul."
"We’ve done everything we can to maintain the sweet dream of love promised. We’ve performed for it. We’ve made ourselves look pretty for it. We’ve worn clothes that reveal our deepest essence, we’ve made ourselves into something that would be worth staying for. We’ve gone out of our way to care, we’ve stood on chairs and juggled pots and pans standing up side down to make love stay. We’ve betrayed ourselves to win the heart of the other."