From Long and Long Ago

I saw a monarch butterfly today
the second one I’ve seen all summer.
She met me in broad daylight,
amid a treacherous slumber.

Told me to listen. Just listen.
What you need lives in the air.
To float like me is to be far and near.

I remember you, I say.
You remember me? she asks
from long and long ago.

She offered me pine and mulberries
to savor in my dreams.
My heart was seen.

Again

Born beside sacred lands

I toke a bite of eternal life

It tasted of pomegranates and honeysuckle

I paired it with light from the father sky

Dipped it in Earth’s volcanic crust

Allowed it to dry in the wind

Praying to dear Oya again and again

Velvet chairs

A seat at my table.

Flames, passion, rage, angst
Bloody and ripe
Burning, cleansing, sowing, forming
Alchemizing
I hope you may feel me
Be brave enough to touch
And be consumed

We create room for fires
Beliefs and passions
For this is what fuels life
We are alive
Are you alive

ABUNDANCE


I’m not gonna lie…The idea of everybody coming together makes me wet. Being self-sustainable, trading, and relying on each other, is so attractive. Seeing people unify their resources in an equal exchange of gifting and receiving turns me on. Does it not you? As you probably know I’m an evolutionist, and as we speak us huemans are evolving. Layer by layer, shedding, peeling our consciousness from the meat of our flesh and seeing only one. How radient. What an abundance. I see villages and commUnities and families self sustaining and supporting each other. I see my people touch the earth as our ancestors had, and I see their eye fill with light. Our people; the collective we are going home. The choice is yours. Are you open to experiencing your power? The abundace you are? Hmm what a space to be.