Awakening Woman for Puku She watches the ocean burning in the somnolent sunset Her ancient eyes quietly beholding The fiery wings of the horizon. She smiles at this beauty That is her oldest friend And yet Always her ever-new one, Wondering with what magic Such renewal of reverence occurs Knowing even deeper that no words Can ever comprehend This key to eternity. The waves purr, confiding in her She listens intently: ‘Change is coming’ they swirl ‘The time has come to honour you, Oh, Great Mother.’ She closes her eyes And nods a gentle assent As the waves begin to chant Worshipful, watery mantras. She rises to her feet Nestling her toes in the deliciously warm sand And imagines roots, strong, sylvan sinews, growing from them Plunging deep into the boiling land Alighting toward the golden molten core Toward Her heart, beating each year With the pulse of seasons, the songs of harvests And there She connects. She remains as thus Bridling her being To the throbs of the Centre As her spine stretches out ever so slightly Aligning itself in perfect symmetry. Her roots begin to suckle And her body begins to be filled with harmony Uniting her most disparate worries Her most dissonant desires In an axis of illuminated intention Soaking her with numinous strength. She opens her aqueous eyes and stares aloft Tracing trails of starry crumbs Reading the poetry in their flickering light As the mild wind billows through her hair Tickling her ears with breathy kisses. She stands Heaven and Earth wedding in her heart And she giggles faintly As her spirit tingles With the sighs of inner-alchemy achieved Awakening the sleeping nectar Waiting in the essence. She closes her eyes As the last fire flowers Lick the sky before retreating Into the dim dusk. She feels for the waves Pets them motherly with her silent hopes; Feels them Coming and going, The blood of the Earth, The mysterious magnetism of water Oh, promulgating the law of attraction, Oh, the charter of love and freedom. She feels the auburn sea of her own blood flowing Her own breath in and out Just like the susurrus waves In a dance of elated animation. Her body begins to melt Inside becomes out, Embracing the emptiness Hidden within its every pore Finding presence in space Peace in timelessness Where bellows the thirsts Of angels. She breathes in the final flicker Of the solar hymn Exhales moonlight, Wraps her arms around the Earth As a tear joyously cascades from her eye Down to the infinite grains of sand Holding out their pearly hands outstretched In welcoming celebration. She sighs a sigh of utmost serenity Pours out all of her mind’s mumbles Into the airy hands around her Falling back into the hammock of her heart Strung between Venus and Mars; ‘Yes’ she thinks with a honeyed smile whirling on her lips ‘It’s time I changed things…’

Healing Woman for Alanna She stares up at the crystal canopies of the ice-kissed pines Resplendent in the colourful anthem of morning light Her magical mind wandering and wondering If heaven is not location But a state of being… She floats past the trees A giant snowflake of shimmering symmetry; Shining intricacies of exquisite creativity Natural divinity, sacralised geometries… Oh, it is morning indeed And this is how she wakes Bridled to the birthless harmonies Of Mother’s dreamy verse Remembering That she is child of sweet mystery; Ah, the aroma of rebirth in the piney perfume The whiff of dancing eternity Enticing her to source… She smiles Sunflowers bloom from the garden behind her navel Emblazoned, solar-kissed petals rise Her heart glows, a crystal ember woven of golden yarn Stretching from her to the centre of the universe Where a secret sun sings a love-song to her Forever… The flowers traverse the crest of where her heart’s jungle begins, An ancient tantric temple, secret to High Tantrikas, AUMs somewhere in the whirling, verdant centre. A pageantry of sacred devas busy adorning it to celebrate an eclipse A tryst of Moon and Sun A parade of polarities sighing and tying grooves into An amatory amalgamation, Drawing all that is disparate and dissonant into the harmony of its will To make unison A way of life. She sings a poem she loves that takes her home, With all the colours tucked in her pocket, Nestling near the rainbow coiling up and round her spine; A shining thread Knitting the quilt she has titled ‘Heavenly Earth’. The child in her (the wild in her) Is awakening; Running free, swinging with glee With feet dipping into the pool of Sky That washes them with the reverent tears of its rain Delighting in the constellation of her laughter That mirrors the passion poems of the cosmos. The morning light tousles her ravenous hair As her hands brush ancient trees And there her touch expands, foments Past bark, into the nectarous hope within That draws down the winged inspirations Of Heaven’s harmonies to seed in Gaia’s oracular womb. The wintry wind sings a silvery psalm: ‘Open your eyes to eternity’ As It dances past her, Dipping down in the distance to scoop up some snow And toss it in the waiting hands of Ether, Who is jubilantly singing the circle of life. She slows her footsteps, listens intently to each crunch of her feet in the snow Making a bride of her breath, As her presence dilates its infinite horizon, fulfilling not only The galaxy of her body but spreading out to come one With the surrounding wonderland of white-wept forest And the blue balm of the sky urging her imagination To alight to her Queendom’s throne. She marvels At just how far and vast feeling goes now And humbly bows her head to the diligence that has rewarded her With mystical delights, and glimpses of nirvana; Each breath she blesses as it pours through the temple gates of her throat To mingle with the aria she conducts in the concert within; A cardinal flitting by Its avian ears perked up hears The celestial music her prana makes as it flows through her nadis Toning the marma points where it surfaces Like an immense diamond dream-catcher, chiming the visions Of beautiful innocence reborn by illumined love. It chirps to her: ‘What a beautiful melody you are, m’lady’ Before singing a high pitch to tune her brow chakra Making her eyes winged. She must stop to lean against a tree And let these smiling tears Skydive from her eyes: They leap into the brisk air Making acrobatic flips and angelic poses as they fall Lucid with laughter Into the snowy ground That catches them with open arms, and then rocks them back and forth Like a babe, kissing them, and murmuring: ‘How I have been longing for you…’ She wants to simply melt away and join all this rapturous chatter Of birds and trees Lambent light and flowing freeze All the voices of the little world And as she wills, part of her does And then even tears are not enough... She looks up to the sky And with her soaring eyes finds his beloved face there Dangling from celestial light Weeping joyously with her, in trust of the journey they have both traveled Through bliss and tragedy, brokenness and healing; She closes her eyes and feels his misty hands caressing her slivered heart As a wisdom whispers in her whirling mind: ‘The heart breaks to open wider’ … She laughs like a golden age As the waves of her love reach out, Relentless and bold like a wild, ignited ocean Everlasting with the ecstatic intent To wrap Its radiant arms Around the universe…

Cherishing Woman for Michelle She surveys the flat, hands on hips with that ready-to-create-look on her face Eyes beaming such light from Her Heart, a whisper of eternity; A knowing-how. Today is cleaning day, one of many tasks she’ll complete Her notepad has a holy list and with each check she shall affirm herself successful --Ambition, love-inspired, is her. She is off: first to the streetcar, on which poignant nights in the city She rides for hours, to knit for someone in her family or fields of friends, Knitting as well the fabric of her life as One in healing serenity; With contemplative reflection She tousles wisdom to experience, fetching them in harmonious stich: What a colourful beingness she makes! At the essential store, she walks the aisles like a swan navigating driftwood, Grace is her, as the attends to choosing the nourishment to make them strong, bold and pure; Clear, So the light within can spread without, without impediments of dampness And the ignorance of balance: Sustainer of The Law of Light and Water—Energy and Essence; Yin-Yanging and making wholeness. Even though there is a particular brand of person shopping in this store She is even then distinguished in her exotic and immense know-how In the wisdom of studied nutrition, herbal salving and the variety of cultural nuance; A path of mastery she strides and here delights in making of the foods of the world A united nation Based on sensuality and generosity: Heavenly! Sorceress of Sesame Oil, Maiden of Miso, Wizardress of Wakame, Angel of Avocado-Cocoa Pudding …No title will do For it is ever-changing Let her simply be A relentless beauty… Laden, she embarks on the returning current Back to hearth-home with Heart (Always). She listens to an old choral piece on her headphones on the streetcar Marvelling at the wondrously nestled harmonies As she too looks on at the bursting green trees dotting the streets And the blaze of summer Streaking with passion; She recalls singing the song, amongst her choir family, The inconceivably sweet pulses from time to time When they all converged into something so in unison That all their bodies disappeared As their voice soared to kiss the sky! Home And another glance with a solar hymn of a smile Of the loveliness to create, in cleansing and cooking, in mending and making. Groceries are laid on counters, washed and some tucked into the fridge; Water is poured into a pot and set to boil, kale cleaned and chopped, and carrots, celery, broccoli… Writing the prelude to another masterpiece—kitchen transmuting into temple of alchemy; sanctuary of sweetness, not by the artifice of refined sugars But the abundance streaming from her hands like rivers of Light, Reaching from her ocean of luminosity, From her centre of universe, resplendently giving life as warmth and rhythm. In magical tandem She goes about cleaning with an impeccable eye to crafting energy in space Every corner a birthplace for the love of her task, the baking of ardour, the warming of Home, A word she knows so deeply, in whichever space that the journey may take her, --People move, and yet her radiant attention wavers not… Whomever walks through the door, no matter how subtle, will register with a tinge of joy By the majesty of this space she has woven: That her intention and pride, Oh what she makes alive! She recalls the gift for him and places it neatly and tenderly on the bed: She thinks-feels: ‘Tonight I will make of love a dance of the surest and most elevated kind; A storm in the bedroom, a tsunami to cleave to in surrender That will wash us to new shores of affection and connection…’ There is a song for lucky men like this In fact, it was written for them… She returns to her arts (never duties for she has transcended) And in them she finds excellency of her self The grace of movement inspired and excitedly giving Rambunctious with giving; a joy in it she knows more than anything as her truth. And with that thought, she sends out a ray of light That explodes like a firework in the ether surrounding, Streams of radiance jetting at unbelievable, instantaneous speeds to a network of friends and family Who all at once recall her, wherever they may be, And smile as if just gifted… Bridling to her being, a growing and glowing nebula She as pillar of light blazing ever-brighter, glowing the glow to greatness Saving the world in the secret way By which stars are born; Virtue Her The Essence. Home shined, Meal magnificently made She stands back in marvel and accomplishment To breath the wondrous vibration she’s made, she’s sharing in, And that smile blooms, Like an ancient flower in the peak of Springtime Saying to the world: What beauty it all is! Her eyes dilate Like the arms of a mother To affirm to a child Of the truth of this universe Of the love that is endless and endlessly made And with that the room is utterly lit As if a thousand candles decided to hold hands in affectionate circle The pillar of goldenness that she is Wavering beauteously Tickling the stars and The heart that is Earth…

Joyful Woman For Megan-Marie She places a hand on the tree, lovingly Closing her eyes to open Eye… Casts her mind within its knobby trunk and at ONCE Is carried into flowing alchemy-- Earthy-heaven currents mingling-musing; Sky-songs burrowing to ground, uplifting sighs of core and creation. She trembles into, with every branch, alighting in every leaf And her smile—happy hue/seraphic symbol— Sparkles and blossoms, like a flower tended adoringly by stars, whirling on a face That is the wedding bed of Jubilance & Grace. She opens her dazzled eyes, awe pouring forth to bridle, Gratitude to tree! She moves close, arms surrounding, petting with a kiss This sacred-song of a creature…melting; blurring flesh and wind; A fizzling and fervour; testament to the tousle--Truth… She returns to her mat laid on the grass And takes in the hearty environs of the park, Proud nymph of lambent land, Surveying the possibilities of this paradise: The gamboling giggles of children surrendered to play, The magical musical that birds put on in infinite acts, The boisterous bloom of verdant. She breathes in deeply Air and everywhere— Her eyes keen, her smile soft, a murmuring fire churning In a thrill and throb of impassioned centre Knowing that this peace bestowed here is something She will spend her entire life fighting for, tending, Growing its light. She kneels down, composing her legs to either side of her hips, rising the wick atop her spine to be lit divine, shoulders rolling back--waterfalling, chest pulsing forward as flag, flaxen hair billowing in the wind as ode--to freedom, beauty wise and timeless Virasana: embarking on the heroic journey of the great weaving, cajoling harmony, the luminous will inspired to make oneness, eternally… She caresses her breath by the deep, loving pull of her belly, As if licking a lover; as if a finger perusing scripture. She rises above the rushing rivers of thought, levitates as witness beyond them, Ah, free, she gasps within, lighting the incense of a secret smile… Coalesced, she opens again to the world outside, beaming with breath, focused on Everything… She comes to standing at the top of her mat, allowing her awareness to pour into the tributaries of light weaving her being into sweet symphony; feeling the rush-ripple-revelry of body acknowledged; of fully-embraced. She suckles the Earth below with the arches of her feet; her heart hoisted; her spine, assuaged by luminous awareness, lengthens its bridge between heaven and earth. Channels open and flood with starry arias, that nimbly kiss and tickle the seeds of wisdom planted in her body, crying out, ecstatically, for wakefulness…her eyes shining as the joy of her nature is a ‘revealing, and that smile (of course, of course…) Tadasana: the zephyr tickles her in test and testament, cooing as it rubs her aura, finding no flinch or bewitchdom by its touch, but only the slightest of slight gravity-defiant lips, curling upwards, in quiet, breathy hello mountainous, myriad, marvelling…she. She enters into the flow of asana; the ocean of mastery; the sequential initiations roused when mind comes into the grooves of body, and sighs electric abound: SUN is saluted, With reverent songs of gliding limbs, opening heart, lunging faith, growing heat, fervent will…She morphs into warriors, with the keenest of smiles lighting her eyes that shoot beyond fingertips in lazer-guided gaze that would hold their focus despite any distraction, aspiring to be unconditional, to lift the laden with a look that says I will not waver in my belief in you… Wars burning away by the fire of love… She wrings her spine, twisting, tousling, trysting her body and mind in a dazzling dance; a joy ever-glowing in all the triumphs of knowing in body despite the challenging stiffness, the frolicking with blockages, both psychic and muscular… I will not waver in my belief in you…only this time it’s for herself… Not a pose that can pull her away from Her; Not a sensation that can glue her to judgment, Not a thought than can dissuade her from NOW Simply An effervescent Burning-blazing passion To be fully and completely Ultimate In the face of All. The Sun passes some and gradually her union dance slows, flows Into grounded fragrances emitted by the nourished lotus flowers celebrating her spine; Slowly finding herself in the stillness in corpse pose (savasana)—the tomb-womb that arcs into the unknown to rebirth the body-mind in the haunting gesture of end… And yet, Her dynamism is everthere as she ardently surrenders her body to the melt, Steadying her mind in expansive space, Nimbly soaring overtop seas of thoughts, freeeeeeeeeee. In this stillness comes the noise that is per usually noiseless, hid in the muck of the mundane race of minds and mazes, yet Here, where all maelstrom is released, the lurking in the shadows inevitably finds itself shown: she feels thusly the soft moan of a youthful aspect, an innocence Unlearned in how to leap from the crackling nest and believe the wisdom of wings; He was supposed to teach me…she says to a phantom that passes like a comet across her inner-world And all at once, the wounds howl in a convolution of anger, betrayal, misery, Longingness dismays her Surrounded by a blanket of tremulous fragility, she begins to run, Her deep shakes, the moans of her innocence conflagrate into cries… But then, when all seems so lost and abandoned and the darkness reaches a seeming triumph, a glint of light shines in, a straight and fierce luminous line from above She stops her rampant legs as the light hits the convergence between brows And she streams with the light to its origin, up and up, to a blazing radiance Of a thousand suns, and the knowing that This Is What She Really Is As she hears the sound of her breath, like an oceanic murmur, tumbling in and out I will not waver…. The cries return to moaning and then, To tender sniffles As she sees herself As lost, little girl, cocooned with knees pressed in defense to chest She bends down and parts the flaxen hair her of this little one, rubs a tear away As she meets the shivering eyes of her lost innocence With that starstruck smile of hers Raising the same in this girl. She wraps infinite arms round her Holding her, melting her into her heart Feeling what was stagnant move again through her Wholeness… She opens her eyes unto the world And meets the rays of the Sun—of the Father Shining on her face And she feels him present in the warm Brimming on her skin She rustles her limbs gently Turns to a side to nestle in fetal position Loving herself up to a seat She marvels at the world around her, the beauty that can never be fully expressed And she smiles Sounding the joy within Knowing that there’s not a thing that can persuade her otherwise… not… a… thing… …that can waver her belief…

Sacred Woman for Clarity She mindfully dabs her finger in the bronze chalice before her holding the crimson blood of her moon. Her fingertip gently fizzles The most subtle nuance of energetic embodiment Warbling with sacred power That she by her ardent yogic devotions Can ascertain Her body sensitized Woke beyond the benumbed doldrums That modernity persecutes the common lot with. She brings her finger to touch the holy place between her eyebrows Anointing her inner-vision As she closes her eyes And feels the tingling of her moonblood tickling awake her inner-sight; singing a hymn through the secret channel from forehead to pineal gland which trembles with soft delight. She rests her hands on her thighs as the morning sun emerges from behind a cloud Piercing through the window to adorn her naked body in golden warmth She sighs deeply, drinking succulently with her skin the majesty of the masculine, The hymn of Fire, the hubris of cosmic, luminous penetration. She pulls it deeper inside of her Her awareness brazenly grasping shafts of light Thrusting them confidently into her hungry body yearning ever for the tryst of yin-yang to bellow in the temple of her heart, roar with the love; Light’s essence; Eternity’s marrow. She tenderly embraces her body with the encompassing gossamer of her soul’s ethereal delight, feeling speckles of dancing density and glimmers of levity. She goes to any heaviness within with assiduous affection of awareness, cajoling herself to wholeness; tickling stagnation to flow. She opens her dark, witchy eyes (sweetly fierce, fiercely sweet) and gazes with a swooning reverence at her altar. She marvels at the galactic wings of Isis, feeling at once a ray of her heart tumbling into infinity; An aria of her Aquarian soul, singing like a siren to Eternity’s enchantments. Her spine rises by sight of Kali and her own rage boils, Shooting through her meridians with such might That she loses herself for a moment in a cacophony of besieging memories That strike the citadel of her heart with an array of weapons. She bends over to seek the comfort of Earth, Gaia, Sophia, Mother …and tears come, streaming down her eyes, as fire and water dance a chaotic waltz in the storm that has become her soul. The sadness quivers with a relentless tenderness which she mistakes as pain, so she thrusts her anger upon it… But it is no use, like throwing a stick into a river She is carried away… Kwan-Yin billows through the wall with a thousand shining arms to wrap ‘round her, Counsel her soul with infinitudes of compassion. Inanna climbs out from the Earth, naked as herself, Yet covered in the darkened soil smears of the Underworld, And sings a wild song of rebirth to her heavenly heart. And Artemis, shoots a flaming arrow into the breast of a snickering demon that was about to leap upon her, snarling with fury; It falls to the ground and melts into howling vapour… A solitary tear, impassioned with purpose, zooms from her eye, riding the magnetic rivers of her channels all the way to one of her nipples. She follows the sensation, feeling the bell of her breast ringing with sensuous faith. She centres in a sigh and another, returns her spine erect, invokes the Goddess… Oh Great, Sacred Goddess, I am your priestess, your humble servant. Teach my pain to become wisdom. Help me guide from my wounds, not only my strength. Teach me to have compassion for what has befallen my sisters and my brothers… She sighs, as her body begins to shimmer with energy, and allows the tumult of tears, opens the creaky gates of her temple so these tired, aching memories can flow to the ocean outside, returning them to the cosmic womb. She is more tender now, a little unfamiliar for her warrior soul, And yet she knows, oh how she knows That this softness billowing now from her radiant heart Is manna for not only her But the world starving for mother For Great Mother. I am yours, Great Mother! I serve you! Please guide me! She intones, fiercely. A vision comes to her as immediate response: She feels her heart bursting open, exploding like a bomb, and then in all directions A surging force; light Spraying its golden hue all around Upon a wasteland of a world, of decrepit lands, ruins, miseries upon miseries Carrying a magical power of fertility For all it blazes upon it transforms These dark, demonic distortions Cavorting into beauty, pastoral poetries of landscapes teeming with nature Verdant hymns of life Into Goddess, everywhere Goddess! She is shaking as this happens, for her heart has become a pure channel And nothing more Beaming this indomitable mother love from Goddess Herself Through her And it is beyond intense It asks for all of her To hold this voluptuous frequency And she holds Her fury now turning to warrior will Not the dissipations of fruitless rage Her yogic skills directing its one-pointed ode Of awareness and lazer-like intention To hold hold HOLD! I WILL LOVE THIS WORLD AWAKE! She laments She can see in the distance Demons running for cover As her heart’s storm of radiance obliterates them with alchemy And they transform into flowers, trees, meadows, rivers, adorable animals She screams as the final hiding places of pain in her heart Are thrown into this continuum I REQUIRE ALL OF YOU, MY DEAR. ALL OF YOUR HEART. ALL OF YOUR LOVE. THE WORLD NEEDS THE FULL GOSPEL OF WOMAN. OF MOTHER. NOW! She hears these words of encouragement and spies Isis floating above, Her Wings shimmering, Her eyes warbling with wizardry Piercing her and throwing courage on her heart’s incandescent fire Commanding her to total surrender. She holds her pain, no throwing away, no covering up She welcomes it to this dance And Her light blazes even more Aye, waking the world, Destroying evil With love, a love that is beyond what she knew of An enigmatic magic, all-powerful All-mighty The glory of Goddess Love of love The wizardry of the womb From which this universe Slipped from… She lights the stick of palo santo and flings its thick, cleansing smoke around her She dips a finger in her dark moonblood And paints a large dot between her breasts And then rays of a star Breathing deeply into her womb Her body thrilled with energy As a small but profoundly felt smile Curves on her lips. She looks about her altar, at all the goddesses, all the archetypal feminine forms, sacred objects, collecting it all within her soul As she all at once Is overflowing with reverence As she feels the arms of all these glorious goddesses These sacred sisters Wrapping round her. She brings her hands to her forehead and bows Tears again I offer my tears to you, oh Great Goddess Thank you for these visions Thank you For everything…she says outloud Tenderly and though the day is darkening through the window her altar still seems bright as the light of her heart continues to emanate covering the world with beauty…