the beauty of this moment
is that it doesn’t think much of itself
all it knows is that it is
and it is again and again and again
and maybe this isn’t a conversation
so much as an exploration
of what happens when
grace steps in
and you can’t remember its name
but you recognize it
you know it
and it touches you
it moves across your heart
in a way that makes you tingle
and goose bump
and it feels like it’s gotten cold
and you want to cover up
and you want to find a warmer spot
and you want to move away
but this moment doesn’t want anything more
than to hold you closer
to love you in all of the ways
that make you want to reveal
all of your skin
all of your stories
all of your shivers
all of it
this moment traces
the lines of who you really are
who you've always been
and grace lingers
and whispers, “Beauty.”
and you nod into the moment
again and again
"Your body's a temple/and this is its prayer." - Lea Luna "Hearts Under Fire"
My body is on fire these days. And I am racing to fan the flames. Gone are the buckets of water, the dampening. The tempering.
Living wide open. This living thing is hard work. And it's hard work for the world, the humans, the beautiful beings.
There is pain all around me, and my heart breaks. My heart beats to the rhythm of the sobbing of souls. And the only thing I can think to do is to pray. To make ritual. To light the candles. To sing the songs.
I pray for the way to be open.
I pray for justice and right-sized power.
I pray for the truth to be revealed.
I pray for the balance to be restored.
I pray for the wisdom of darkness.
I pray for you and you and you...
There's something that wants to write me
to ride me
to push me off the edge of disbelief
and into the long fall of grace
into the arms of mystery
where I can find
and be found
I am the carrier of phrases
that don't mean much of anything
until they're facing me
unsure of what they will say
and I know I am somewhere
where poetry becomes a game
of how I can best say
what's really true
(right now, anyway)
instead of what's messy and real
I am being written every day
I am writing it all down
I am letting it sink into the page
into the creases of my skin
into the lines around my mouth
into the wrinkles of my sheets
into the whispers of belonging
into the spaces
I'm still uncovering
"Surrounded by Deity" -- upcoming Witches & Pagans issue