On Healing With Wonder & Curiosity
"The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” - Rumi
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To Be Gardeners
Humanity’s fatal flaw may be our failure to recognize that we are the scale of Super Being the Universe wanted, at least for this moment.
Death Meditation
Every time you run the shroud, you roll the dice…Will you come back yourself? Or will the moments you face in that passage break your heart and soul?
Will the grief and pain caused by your life shatter “you” in learning you were not, in effect, who you thought
Mind / Body
The poem that named this site, originally written late 2021.
Feet hold
To this place in/and time
Echos of matter call
Forming all
Showing all
Being all
In one cosmic instant
It all comes clear
We jump portal to portal
Feeling all, and fractal.
Bounce back, convey message…
Mind
I, Persephone
(A classic myth retold as from a trauma survivor. Originally written 12/27/22. Content warning - mentions of slavery, torture, betrayal, and rape)
I managed to shake the watchers that tail me. I won’t have long to myself, but enough to follow the path they always steer me
Slow Water
I wrote this poem over a year ago, maybe even two. It came at a particularly painful moment in my journey and has provided strength ever since. I hope it will help you too.
It sinks in like slooow water
the aches and pains of a life lived mostly alone
The Possession of Eden
Once upon a time, all the people were gardeners. They tended a paradise that homed every kind of Being - plant, animal, mineral, ideas, gardeners, and spirits.
They moved about their garden with respect and sampled every possibility as fitted need and desire.
They knew the rhythms of the land