Accepting

Accepting

Emerging from the wood,
and the ancient sea, Embodied Beauty
bringing an offering
from the root of time-
A seashell, an acorn, a flower.
Today’s offering,
a gift
for us to accept
and be held in her grace.

Waiting

Waiting
in that still space,
between the rising and waning,
waxing and setting.
Waiting
until the heartbeat of the earth
reaches up into her core
with its raucous, teeming, wild, ragged beauty;
its roots cracking
the hard stone
just enough
for her to begin softening into
what wants to be born
in us,
through us,
and for us.
Again.

Trusting the Knowing

Trusting the Knowing

In the teeming forest
they stand
embodied in shadow,
the ones who know,
holding the wisdom of generations
that is imprinted in my bones.
They are intuition,
myself, but not only myself;
Love, Beauty, Sophia,
They meet me in the quiet places
when I am still
and when I ask.
May the blessing be that
now and again
I set aside my fears,
I trust their voice,
and I know.

Bringing Forth Beauty

Bringing Forth Beauty

Awakening,
I stand
between the cocoon of the night,
and the unfolding of the day,
connected by my roots
to the vast aching beauty
that is Creation herself.
And while my roots
hold me and nurture me,
they also release me
to see beyond myself,
to see the blazing sun
in the dying leaves falling to earth,
feeding my roots,
bringing forth
a Beauty so brilliant,
that in those rare moments
when I have the courage
to catch just a glimpse of it,
I learn again
how Beauty
makes us whole.

Dancing with Trees

Dancing with Trees

The late summer heat 
shimmers on my leaves, 
my sap pulsing and throbbing
in my limbs,
Beckoning to you in the breeze,
come dance with me.
Set aside your trembling,
look deep in your heart.
I have been waiting
Standing strong for you
Feel my sacred life
in your bones.
Come dance.

Trees Dancing with Me

Trees Dancing with Me

Until I found your buried roots
I had forgotten
this dance of life
coursing in my blood like sap.
Your strength
stands tall
winter after winter,
hardened to the cold.
Yet at your core,
you dance
with an undying fire
sustained by roots
reaching down to our ancestors.
This dance,
holding strong your heart,
my heart.
It is enough.

The Edge of the Moon

The Edge of the Moon

The endless music calls from the dark green depths
Softening the edges and
absorbing the burning brightness from the day.
The incessant voice of the wind
tickling, nudging, pulling, generating
the desire
to dive in the ancient waves
to dance in the light of the moon
that gives me her strength, my strength
and holds my heart.

Dragon Fire

Dragon fire

licking the edges of the night,
igniting in me
Ancient Wisdom.
Illuminating radiance prancing
between trees, stars and my heart.
Sacred matter and sacred spirit
forged by the light of the moon.