You Inspire Me

Playing in the lines
of light and shadow,
the world
runs with water

while the wind is a tide in the pines,
while the flat-needled fir sways
and the spruce wears a shawl of droplets
singing in the sun.

You inspire me
as we listen
to all the sounds of
silence-that-is-not-silence.

You inspire me
to Be.

I Have Been She

I have been She
Beloved by few
Reviled by many

I have been She
Devoted, Compassionate, and
Competitive

I have been She
Beloved by Teachers
Reviled by Students

I have been She
Stalking knowledge, and
Eating from the Tree

I have been She
of Understanding
in a Woman's Body, and

I have been She
Reviled for my Impertinence

I have been She.
Who am I now?

Stalking knowledge
with a single-minded masculinity,
I am She
Taking Flight in Experience

I am She
Who Listens
Who Watches
Who Feels

I am She
of the Web of Life
and the Wheels of Life

and So Are You

A'ho, Matake Oyasin

:Eve
:dancinghawk

LANDED

I lay beneath the evergreen
and I am reminded, every year:
through the Darkness, there is life.


I am at the canyon rim.
I have just landed.

I am at the canyon rim,
and I face the land,
having just landed.

I look for my road, and I walk it.
I traverse my day - a circle -
  another circle -
and I arrive at the canyon rim.

I dive off the edge,
and I face the sky,
having just taken flight.

I dream my path, and I listen for it.
I traverse my night - a circle -
  another circle -
and I arrive at the canyon rim.

Every day a fresh grace.
Sage clears the fog:
Only the heart knows.

Enslaved

I was enslaved not by external forces
But I enslaved myself, with force of will
I wanted things to be other than they were
I denied reality
And I saw myself as smaller than I am
I didn't see my own possibilities
I didn't hear the song all around me
And I didn't feel the dance of all creation -
  the constant, ever-changing dance
I imprisoned myself in a fantasy of yesterday
And I was my own terrible taskmaster,
  my own fearmonger,
  my own tyrant

I seek the liberation of all beings
I seek my own liberation, in this moment -
and I am astonished
at how I cling to the shackles,
like a familiar comfort -
and how, in fact, I didn't see the shackles,
  did not realize the din of my own fantasy
and how it kept me from living free

May I listen, watch, feel
May I be in the dance of each moment
  Surrender to it, and give myself to it
May I express my gratitude through acts of creation -
  of the body, by the body, for the body - and
May I leave my self-imposed prison
  forever in this lifetime

A'ho Mitake Oyasin
I celebrate, and for all my relations

WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS

We hold these truths to be self-evident:

That all beings are created equal,

And all beings are precious.

That preciousness has a right to be expressed,

And those who would trample preciousness

Will face the Warrior.

Those who trample preciousness

Will be expected to change, adapt, learn, and grow –

Or will be left alone,

to turn their violence primarily upon themselves.

Preciousness has a right to be expressed,

And opens doors to the deepest strength.

Defenders of the Undefendables are here, now,

And we take this truth to be self-evident:

When called upon, the Warrior will not hesitate.

The Desire to Know

November 11, 2013

Desire plants the seed

Many a weed is born on the wind, by chance
But corn
Is planted

Must be intentionally planted
  nourished
  received
  appreciated
  let go

The Spirit is Light
and the Body is Heavy

Somewhere in the middle
is the Human

Electric dive into the Knowing
surges back with new fire for the People,
that we may gather 'round,
and feel the heat of a kindled flame

A perfect mirror,
a perfect reflection
for a perfect light,
a perfect face

Magnetic force draws a circle
'round the fire, where
each Light, each Being,
reflects their understanding,
illuminating a facet for others

I desire to Know
and I desire to Understand

Together our desire to know
plants a powerful seed for change
and sharing deeply
promotes deep understanding

May we have the courage to plant intentionally
and share deeply

that we may together enjoy a dynamic harvest
for All our Relations

The Patterns Repeat Themselves

That was then
This is now
But
The patterns repeat themselves
The patterns repeat themselves

Dark early suddenly cold and wet
gusty and starry and cloudy and calm
All of it brought to bare:
Glimmered in Spring, this expression's last gasp
brings a last march of fruits before the frost,
Summer's sugars brought to sun-kissed surfaces

Death is near
But not quite upon us

It is a season of visible change,
and abundance.

May gratitude walk with me
Emanate from me
Express itself through my being

October, Holy Month of the Beginning
of the deep dive into the Sacred Feminine:
Help me to embrace change
Help me to flow like water
and turn with the Wheel

Help me to soar

That was then
This is now
But
The patterns repeat themselves
The patterns repeat themselves

A’ho
With Deep Gratitude
Thank You Thank You Thank You

-dancinghawk