The veil between the worlds
as if the veil is but an illusion of perception
a creation of inherited imaginations
no longer serving
Browsing Category:
Shamanism
For the old ones used to say
The stories have been told in whispers down through the ages around campfire circles and even today intimated around certain dinner table gatherings But nowhere spoken more softly were these…
Standing Naked
I would tell you I did not ask for this gift but that is not precisely true Far more accurate I suppose is that I did not trust Life enough…
Entering the Temple of Gratitude
I know you have been suckling the Milk of Life at Gaia’s breasts from her tender generous nipples your entire life since before the moment you first placed naked feet…
This Aliveness You Feel
This aliveness you feel sense and love As your bare feet learn to again kiss the soil That you hunger for the growing vitality of This beauty you return to…
These Medicines You Carry
These gifts These medicines you carry my friend they are woven of a whole just as are you and are not separate from the wounds that inform your living So…
She did lift her skirt
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken