The Matriarchy

 

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.

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Come to me

with the light in your eyes,

Come.

Speak to me

in a voice hushed with reverence

for this,

this waking up.

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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.

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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.

And slowly,

the tides of inequality

are turning.

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.

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The sublime Teacher

carries our boat along,

like the river

rushing back to the Ocean.

This Ocean

is where the Matriarchy is headed.

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Shakti Dance

 

I don’t get out much.  You don’t need my excuses about being a hard-working mother of teenage children who are eating me out of house and home.  The deeper truth is that I love being at home, I love tuning in to my own energy, I love unplugging from the whir of being out in the world.  I am naturally quiet.  I love sleep.  A night at home is bliss.

But when I do get out, I’m in.  Because yolo.

And when I’m smart and remember my earplugs like I did last night, I can get right in front of the stage, right up next to the speakers, and I can let that bass and that sound and that noise take me on their current and let me break out of my thoughts, even the ones I didn’t know I was having.

The music moves my body, not my thinking.  The vibration of pounding sound awakens my deeper pulse, the pulse that’s here for a purpose much more exciting than just keeping me alive.  The pulse that is beating the rhythm of Shakti, the divine creative force within each of us.  Male, female, or however we choose to identify, Shakti brought us into this world and to Shakti we return.  She awakens as the serpent inside of us, the one who begins to uncoil at the base of the spine.  She rises like the Goddess waking up from deep sleep, and stretching through each of the chakras to enlighten us to the pure bliss of being Her child.

She will make you all kinds of uncomfortable and feel all kinds of crazy when a force in you begins to wonder about Her, preparing to let Her out.  Let it happen.  Find your way in to your deepest center and respond like the innocent you are: with craving, with love, with forgiveness.  The desire for your primordial self takes over and you don’t care what you look like, or if you’re the only one dancing.

Your thoughts roll through you and out of you like a fast-moving train, you can’t catch them, you are waving goodbye while you dance in the station right next to the speaker.  You and the entire train station crowd know you’re not going anywhere tonight.  The musicians are out, they’ve taken over the station, and we are mesmerized while they channel Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Beck – as music all their own, like a baby born out of the great poets of rock & roll.

Your thoughts might keep falling pointless stars, but the bass is so loud and the music is so good – Shakti Kundalini is winning tonight.

 

Recess Friend (Ode to the Lover)

 

Hello in there,

Can you come out to play today?

No?

Too many obligations and commitments?

I see.

Merde.

What if I was to stand outside the window of your mind,

and incessantly sing to you?

What if I suddenly found myself standing next to you, leaning in to curl my head against your shoulder?

Touching your face with gratitude?

Then would you leave this place of thinking

to come play in the recesses of our brains?

Those places we haven’t discovered, those places

untamed and uncaged?

I want to run in that field with you,

smelling flowers with the warm wind blowing into us.

I want to run until we are in the sand

naked

and at once rolling onto the wet shore to let the waves

lap us and engulf us.

The Angels and Time begin a bargain

to extend the moments now,

these fleeting moments that simply ask us

to keep doing what we’re doing.

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Do you remember the first time you kissed me?

It was like inhaling all of those things

locked behind a veil of mystery.

An entire boquet, an entire galaxy

of secrets!

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At recess, it is all there:

A million secrets to explore ~

A thousand ways to receive the gift ~

Taking turns surrendering, and simultaneously protecting

each other in this evolution.

It’s okay if you want to retreat and hide back in your cage sometimes.

I might do the same.

Sometimes, I might want you to walk with me during my retreat, holding my hand and just listening or whispering a kindness, such as “How beautiful you are when you live your truth.”

Sometimes, I will want to walk alone.

But darling,

I like recess.

It won’t take long before I return to play,

with a softened heart

and smiling eyes.

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For there is so much delight to be found

outside the cage!

The illusory cage that seems so real when I am standing inside of it, turned away from the field and the sun and the sand and the wind.

But now that I’ve tasted the freedom in the Garden,

even the shackles in my cage are pointing me back

to the incredible lightness of my true nature!

The heavy heart prods itself out of its reverie, chanting

“Guess what time it is, sweet one?  It’s time to wake up the dreams!”

And as I open the eyes of my knowing,

the dream shoots into consciousness

so again I am standing outside

with the warm wind,

the field, the sun, the sand

and you.

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This time, when you lay me out like canvas

for your paint,

and every stroke from your brush,

every strike of your color,

sends me into rapture ~

This time I fully immerse myself in the bliss of being held so perfectly,

and my mouth opens wide

so gold can pour forth,

glowing with the magic of Prana ~

This energy that has awakened has no beginning and no end,

no death and no resolution.

Regardless of how suppressed it may have been,

regardless of having coiled itself into a dormant position

for years or even lifetimes,

when it awakens,

when it begins to shake,

all the walls start crumbling down.

And we dance upon the rubble that piles up,

we dance and dance and dance.

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Kiss me again like that,

my Recess Friend.

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