There is ecstasy in forgetting yourself.
There is bliss in remembering yourself.
All streams are leading back to the Ocean,
darling pilgrim of the heart.
The Ages are shaping you
into a prism of light that carries every experience
and offers every freedom.
Run towards it!
Chase this light as you live, work, love, eat, sleep and dream.
You are the beautiful vessel
for this dance.
Come to me
with the light in your eyes,
Speak to me
in a voice hushed with reverence
this waking up.
Talk to me of everything you know
and everything you’ve forgotten.
I want to hear your stories of redemption, grief, loss and triumph.
I want to know how you became the Phoenix
and how you learned to forgive.
I want to hold the key to your joy
and treat it like it is my own.
Please hunt your own heart,
the way you used to hunt the sacred Buffalo.
And I will birth the teachings of our ancestors,
the way I’ve given birth for generations.
the tides of inequality
Your voice quiets with understanding,
with feeling and with honor.
You are learning to love yourself again.
My voice becomes clear and resonant. I embody respect.
There is no senseless seeking now.
The veil has been lifted and the illusions are falling away
to reveal our innocence
and our delight.
We are alive
by some miraculous power.
The sublime Teacher
carries our boat along,
like the river
rushing back to the Ocean.
is where the Matriarchy is headed.