Re-Birth

Suspend all you thought you knew
Forget thinking you were prepared
Blasted, stripped bare,
Bare to the bone, to the soul,
Senses at once assaulted and caressed,
Here is where you learn
No-thing is left to hang onto,
To lean on,
Just the Self,
Both humbled and carried high,
Barely able to breathe and yet
Gulping in pure Life
Whilst the ego melts in the face
Of such consciousness.
Here, in the depth
of Utter darkness
All talk of awareness
Takes true form,
beginning to swim with the
particles of air, of heat,
Of energy,
Solidity is useless here.
One level sees the naked,
vulnerable, safe, connected
Bodies,
How little they matter,
How matter is but
Illusion.
Eyes closed, eyes open,
All is One
Layers peeled back
Until the skin, the bones,
The essence, all begin
To fall away with the
Nonsense called reality
And instead they begin to circle within the air,
Spinning in spirals,
Oh!
The utter joy…
The fun and the
Release combine
To create exhilaration,
Carrying you through and beyond
What the physical plane
Perceives as total discomfort
But which the spiritual plane
Perceives as pure freedom.
Falling away, ascending up,
Spinning around…
Crawling out of the womb of
Re-birth,
Lying upon the cold grass
Your belly connecting with the
Grandmother Earth…
Blending hallucination
Of old Reality
With perception
Of the new
And knowing,
Happily,
That ‘you’ will never be
The same.

Emma Bevan, 2009

La Loba

”I am declaring myself All Woman.
Within that I am the Nurturer, the Healer, the Listener, the Mother, the Patient one—all those things you see… and yet more—I am also the Thinker, the Fixer, The Protector, the Lover… for I not only listen and assist, but Feel and Sense, I Laugh and Dance and See.
I have gathered my strengths over the years, I have sung the bones back into Life, I guard my children fiercely within Love, I value my independence, yet I do not dismiss others from my hearth… friends and kin welcome, and do you see this warm space—for my lover… One who will Know, See, Feel… One who will know when to visit and when to hunt, when to crow and laugh and when to smile and sit, quiet… I wait patiently for such a One. For in being here, solitude is soothing, is powerful, is all you need for Seeing, Knowing, Flowing… and yet it is written, at the right Time, that in Union the light of Love is ninefold. Waiting is just one of my tasks…
And I bring the light of Universal Love into my cave, not afraid to live alone, to create the healing herbs, appreciate the solitude that aids my work, singing loudly to make my fire dance, who sees my intuition flow freely. I answer to nobody, I harm none. I live in and with Peace. I will visit you in your dreams, bring you gifts, whisper secrets… sharing all delights, all knowings, sowing the yellow seeds…
I am all woman! Laid out on the sunny rock, crouched beside the running stream, kneeling by the fire, singing under the Moon… yes, I am here for you all, I love you all, my soul bursts with the Joy of it all… who then will run with me, La Loba, as you hear me howl…?”

‘Chwedl ‘n brudd benyw’

Emma Bevan 2009

The Savage Garden

Waiting
Waiting for the sun to go down
And feel the heat rise from the earth
with its moist organic scent
surrounding me.

Then I can go
to the places I went before
in dreams of days
never spent while here.

I lay hold of night jasmine
in my mind
savoring the difference
between it and the
decay that lingers below the surface
of all things.

I know this is not real
And in knowing it becomes
all there is.

The Savage Garden
With Trees Dancing in Twilight

Cynthia Andrews

Until next time, I wish you much light in your life!
Like meteors we move through space,
Lights flicker on and off guiding us to destinations we cannot see
Like meteors we move through space
Pausing, we sleep within the dreams of others,
As they awaken, so do we, and continue our journey
Like meteors we move through space,
Voices trailing behind us begging us to stay
Not realizing we have already been gone for centuries
Like meteors we move through space,
Passing points of no return without regret
We hold on to nothing,
At peace in the knowledge
That more things will be forgotten than will be remembered
Like meteors we move through space,
We hopscotch over memories whose ownership we cannot verify
Dressed in pure energy we are always in fashion
Changing colors to match the skies we pass through
Like meteors we move through space
And finally realize it is not us that moves through space
But space that moves through us, like meteors.

Richard Kendall

I am a fish

wenn ich im Wasser bin, bin ich Wasser.

Separation is difficult for me to express - to become aware of my individuality is the greatest challenge in this focus.

So - my field of exploration now is: who am I.

I know, I am a you of you.

I know, you are a me of me.

Where is the difference?

The difference is my focus of attention - the moments my automatic attention is with you, I am You.

That is not bad, not sad, not wrong. It is my choice. An automatic choice.

The Ocean teaches me - the rest of the day I perceive reflections of what the Ocean just told me.

There are already hundreds of points of references, points of evidence, points of recognition of me being the me in this focus - the automatics are automatic, challenging to unfold them, challenging to become aware of them.

And I make it easy for myself to discover: it is almost an ‘either - or’:

Am I the moth

Or am I the flame.

My goal: cooperation with another flame:

Dancing in the dark, dancing in all shades of grey, in the light with another flame.

All my senses tell me …. I am close to a new experience.

Sasa at the Java Jungle, Ocean Beach, San Diego CA

Infinite Tea Party

I am part of this party,
merging, converging
my doing and my being,
sipping the infusion
of finite and infinite tea,
the kozmic macro and micro me.
The gifts are passed around the table.
Unhurried, unworried,
I unwrap, one by one
(and simultaneously),
my presents in multi-D.

Jenifer Ransom

Wind Song

Mannu

Have you ever wondered
mused over, what isn’t there
those blank spaces in between
those dotted lines where only your imagination has been
lyrical myriad feelings slid across with half meanings
trying to insert reality ,
diffuse simmering unintended leanings
thunder rolling beyond yonder and yet so close……
somewhere along the way, the awkwardness vanishes
and gradually ………
without design….
you move closer,
yet scared to cross that final line
the time defying eagerness that sucks you right in
some incredible intensity mixed with warmth
everything to lose and so much to win
a wind song that is graceful yet clumsy
that sweeps you off your feet
to warm red mornings, aching humid nights
to unknown, glimpsed fleetingly dizzying heights
to a moment when you stop trying
to interpret and resist this haunting song
letting your guard down once more
fully aware of the pain that will come along
letting the wind awash you……no rights or wrongs………….