Neptune Enters Pisces (Get Higher)

Ever surrendering
to the waking dream
sometimes I forget the boundaries
that keep us apart
and how desperately we cling to them-
my heart beats
regardless.
Angelic voices
echo off asphalt
soar through the thick nitesky,
spell out our collective myth
letter by letter,
songs of creation
of joy, songs of love
stretch towards the cosmos
rise through memories deep
delicate, treasure troves
penetrate the great mystery
beat after beat.
With a vibrancy
just out of grasp
and a feeling I can't ignore
with a smile, a laugh
and beautiful fractal eyes,
I decide
to put the pencil down
ditch the decoys
embrace the color orange
and set the world on fire
with the tender spark
of my heart.

Reverser of Destiny

So they say judgement day is near. The rapture approaches. We've known many apocalyptic prophecies, some Christian based, some Mayan; they come from many cultures. Only time will reveal what is in store for us, but one thing is clear - it's a tumultuous time here on Earth. Scores of social problems from homelessness, mental dis-ease, unemployment, obesity, etc etc combined with a planet in revolt, hurricanes and tornados where there never were before and floods covering our cities while people simultaneously die of thirst for lack of access to clean drinking water.... yes, these are turbulent times. Many of us cry out for help. We pray for the answers, for solutions.

Solutions are all around us. As permaculture principles point out, the only limit to the number of solutions is our imagination. We are not lacking solutions, what we lack is the willpower to carry them out. You call out for peace, say you want harmony on Earth, but are you ready to embrace those ideals, to become them? Are you ready to accept all the terrifying beauty and ugliness of humanity into your heart? To love your enemies? To love fearlessly? Are you able to acknowledge and accept that your worldview is not TRUTH?

You fall into despair because all around you, you see the destruction of our world but are you ready to trade your car in for a bicycle? Are you ready to give up your cell phone in order to save the bees? Can you honor a promise not to purchase any virgin plastic? The questions go on...

I ask these questions of you not because I have the answers but because they are questions that I ask myself everyday. Am I ready to become this new vision I claim to believe in? Can I embody my own values? My passion and vision is a great start but it takes work to change the world.

In a tarot reading this morning I pulled the "Reversal" card, in other decks known as the Hanged Man.

"Reversal is a voluntary surrender or letting go of ways of being that are no longer useful... Negative thoughts and previous patterns are dissolving in the waters of consciousness to make way for positive affirmations of life. This card indicates a willingness to listen to your inner self and validate your changes. You then begin to see yourself as a changer, a reverser of your destiny instead of a victim of events. You become illuminated in the ecstatic light of these insights. Reversal can also be painful, as giving up old comfortable ways can be jarring and emotionally traumatic".

Become the reverser of your own destiny. Do whatever you can to listen deeply to yourself, to your fears and desires. Begin to recognize and release negative patterns. No one is going to hand you the key to happiness or to revolution, it is exists in the willingness of all of us to do the work, to make the changes necessary to restore balance in ourselves so that we may restore balance to our world.

"Reversal is an initiation process, a growth in spiritual awareness and a passage. We are stopped in time, "out on a limb" and entirely vulnerable. Our water reflection smiles back at us, guiding us on our way down a new path"

Forest Womb

Fallen tree, Armstrong Redwoods

In the womb

Mother Earth asleep in the green

Breath of light and life, hope and beauty

In the depths of the forest

from the womb of a fallen old growth tree, I emerge.

An intense journey through darkness

heavy pressure, uncertainties and unknowns.

Greeted by a blinding light

I want to kick and scream...

but am instead caught by patient, loving arms

just waiting to hold me tight

to keep me safe.

I release myself into her care

feel her strength support me

her vibrant spirit lift me up

her sweet love nourish me.

Wrapped in her arms I mourn for past lives

for infinite futures that will never be.

The tears flow without restraint -

clearing, cleaning, detoxifying;

carrying with them the weight of my fear.

I relinquish the fierce ghosts of my memory

allow their ragged bones to fall

and compost into the forest floor.

One day, sooner than I think,

these memories will become food,

they will bring life as they rot and decay,

nourishing the soil within,

creating fertile space for new life to grow.

I am reborn into a soft world of filtered sunlight

drifting through branches of green and brown

into a wonderland of etherial embraces

where faery songs and laughter fill the air

and mushroom families of yellow and red

peek mischievously out of the landscape.

Reborn into a vivid and harmonious world

where hopes and dreams are danced into being

with courageous breath and light footsteps,

I emerge.

Twist of Faith

Joshua & I, July 2007, Portugal

Once upon a time,
we met in a magical realm
nestled in between the fabric of worlds,
we looked into the eyes of truth,
inspired and activated mirrors,
with hands gently exploring
a depth that had long since seen light.
Casting off our clothes, our skin, our doubts
we leapt into an undulating universo parallelo
tracing the thread of our connection,
fragile as a spider's web,
through illusory echoes of time and space,
memories of a dreamy you and a dreamy me,
intertwined in ecstatic embrace.
We drew vivid pictures, alive and screaming
with the elaborate alphabet of our love,
licking our own wounds
with the healing saliva of promise,
of faith, hope, and fairy tale.
we believed in love,
and in our hearts
we sacrificed everything
to taste that truth once more.
and now,
the fears, the doubts we chose to ignore
fill the awkward space between us,
out of the depths of our hearts,
into a shallow, murky space
of frustration and disappointment,
hoards of moscas hovering above
the death of our dream.
By no fault of our own,
this love is not enough for us,
our dream has not the strength to carry
the weight of our now heavy hearts,
nor the burden of our past.
Bound by circumstance,
without a thread to follow,
how we will escape this cruel twist of faith?

Swirling Change

Spiral water fountain, Boom 2008

Graffiti by HighRaff & Ram, Boom 2008

Sacred Fire altar, Boom 2008

Can you feel the beating pulse of change as the minute particles in your body die and are reborn in a constant evolutionary swirl? Been walking down some strange and lonely roads in recent months, with the hot sun on my neck, carrying jugs of water to quel the primal thirst building deep inside of me. Sweltering under layers of emotions, that do indeed, suffocate. All the water is rushing down the drain at the same time and there's something blocking its way - a piece of food, some hair caught in the pipe perhaps. I've surfed the whole spectrum of emotion along an unexpected rainbow arc, peeking out of a bold horizon. The secrets whispered to me in moments of meditation, in quiet moments when the spiral unwinds and the tension melts into a blue sky littered with shapes of dinosaurs in billowing cloud masterpieces; the secrets shouted at me amidst the chaos of streets saturated by cows, people and smells; these secrets crawled inside and rearranged the mental processes of my young mind. With no familiar surface to bounce off of, my mirror mirror on the wall reflected the same face, the same me, that I'd always seen, minus some hair on my head ;) And now, when a memory and a feeling from the past has manifested into flesh before my very eyes, my own reflection has changed. I notice now, the differences in myself, a million little things that have stealthily combined to create a different me. I struggle to match the frequency of my lover. Overwhelmingly frustrated at the conflict between heart and mind, between dreams and reality. I believe in love, in its power and beauty. I know that I am capable of expressing this well of love that resides deep inside. I feel its presence within me, so why is it so complex to express? Time and space, although illusory in nature, are powerful forces to contend with as well... as the continuum stretches over the boundaries of the heart. I'm struggling with the deepest parts of myself, with fears and embedded patterns, with eccentricities, dreams, disappointments, beautiful surprises, unknowns, parts known all too well... I'm not running away, but i'm not exactly running the other way either. I'm desperately trying to practice patience with myself, be gentle with my heart and fragile hearts of those around me. I'm trying not to let frustration take over, but to let things unfold naturally. Fragile and yet tough, always growing, expanding, learning, this process is timeless, no beginning and no ending, swirling, swirling, I should enjoy the swirl instead of struggling to swim against it... i feel a strong and deep resolution brewing inside, the end of yet another cycle, beginning, end, breath, been, being, be.

Three Legged Prophecies

Crystal Lake

Amore

Faery Hideaway

Moss covered crevice of green,
faery hideaway.
Digging up serpent bones,
on purpose.
calling up Kundalini sighs,
on purpose.
Simple diaphragm expansion
life energy spills out,
in hula hoop spirals
escapes endless loops.
Smokey prayers, goddess promises
planting the seeds of change,
sowing abundant peace.
Wishing on the whole nite sky
from a steaming bath
cradled in the arms of the forest.
Three legged prophecies
unfold in the pitch,
testing the rugged boundary
of our heart's cognitive map.
Gorogoro,
love blossoms in flowers of green
trimming away excess doubt
revealing majestic purple hues.
Ripples of time dissolve
in crystal lake surface
soft sunlight reflects
glowing love in your eyes.
Surrender in playful abandon
to passion's delight
howling under moon light.
Wild woman tosses her hair,
inviting mysteries of the nite
into ecstatic hearts.
Jazz sounds on the radio
piano keys, purrrrcussion
tapping out timeless rhythms.
Earthy tugging at heart strings
past, present, future
bound together with red ribbons
each knot a careful wish.
Water pours freely from the spring
life, love and nourishment abound;
the dreamy feeling of
coming home to you...