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Merciful Milton

Paradise Lost kept rumbling through my head

As we watched Hurricane Milton storming toward

Our shaky shores

Is this how human beings pass on like the

Dinosaurs did, a climate change too difficult

For us to manage or handle?

No, Marjorie Taylor Green, no human or 

Political party controls the weather 

But, we do participate, all of us and our ancestors 

Before us, not just in judgment or shame but truthfully

This is how human beings have lived on this earth

For however many (controversial?) years we have 

Been here, living and dying in 3/4 time

Did Merciful Milton spare thousands and millions of

People and pets this go round? 

How many more will still die?

How shall we be decent human beings in the meantime?

Wondering and speculating has some purpose but so does

Feeling and acting loving toward one another all of the time

And not just during a climate disaster or storm

May we be blessed to live in this chaotic time as we

Bring peace and calm to ourselves and to the world

While we assist those who are suffering and in pain

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Meet Me at the Water's Edge

I live at the Water’s Edge

I live between and among

Land and Sea

Amphibian in form

Ethereal in Spirit

My sleek fish body and long tail in the water

My human torso and upper body

Lying on the sand, gritty and tough

My pores open to Water and Air

Earth and Body

Tangling and mixing together

Tendrils wrapping around and

Through me

Bringing delicate light and warmth

Darkness and Desire

Into Oneness

I am devoted to the dark feminine Kali

Along with Black Madonna

Those shadowy but omnipresent

Powerful, magical mysteries

Permeating throughout our culture

And time

The New Earth approaches and

I balance between tides and the moon

Between sun and the winds

I become a bridge to the new world

A connector touching each 

Imagining umbilical cords and

Bonds so tight that sometimes

I cannot breathe

In order not to be imprisoned

We move into the water and 

Swim away like whales and dolphins

Coming up for air

While diving and jumping

Gracefully floating and resting

We run on the sand, breathing heavily

Grit between our toes

Searching for sharks feeding close to the beach

We see them as they scare others

Who are frightened and alone

While we gaze, amazed at the beauty of 

All sea life, as weird and strange as it can be

I am not ready to disconnect, to let go of

One or the other, land or sea

I hold fast to them both partly

Wanting to let go of one, and surrender

To the other, letting the water or air

Drown me with Love and let go of

Some of my receding roles

I play on the earth

Resting in the arms of blissful awakening 

Either here between

Or absorbed into one or the other

Meet me at the Water’s Edge

And we will enter the wild deep

And wild peace of both the

Light and the dark

Each world becoming

Divine experiences 

Holding us up and

Thrashing us about

Until we no longer notice

Fear, once submersed

The Shekinah of Hurricane Helene

The Divine Feminine, the Shekinah of 

Hurricane Helene dives down into the depths of

Her seas while also spiraling up into the skies

Stirring up the water from her deep dark spaces

Plunging out wiggling and wobbling winds

With her orgasmic strength, spinning slowly at first

Creating a wide vibrating vortex all over the lands

Having stored up energy for so long before 

Releasing and spewing like a volcano

Helene erupts into the air and activates

Surging waves and tides crashing into each other

The elements, fire, air, water, earth, and Spirit

Categorized a catastrophe by humans

A turbulent and violent cleansing

What if, like any release or surrender

Sneezes and orgasms

A tensing up, a constriction occurs

Friction generates and cramps

The body and heart, seeking release

Letting go of all that holding in and

Holding on for so long until there is

No alternative but to shake and snarl

Blowing out all the traumas and tribulations

All the stresses, insecurities, fears and horror

Casting out from the center source all the ways

In which we hide and hold back

Shielding ourselves from misery, or so we think

In turn, keeping us from living fully, modulating

Even our words, much less our feelings, our desires

Our actions, we have been told to, “Calm down

Keep it to yourself, don’t be too excited, or 

Too animated and surely don’t be too 

Loud or disgusting to others

Keep it down, shut up, and close it down, please!”

They wail, begging us to cut out our hearts

Live as if we were stone, rock, no feelings

No life lived, no sharing or making messes

Devoted to the Divine Shekinah

Helene becomes a symbol for our world

Our women, our people, our planet, our climate
Mother Earth and Mother Nature being

Fed up with the passing patriarchy

The cultures that have become

So corrupt that

What seems true is

No longer true

What seems right is now wrong 

What seems up is down

Darkness is Light

Reality gets tangled in the mouths of those

Men and women who speak garishly

Seeking only power, fame and fortune

For themselves

Dictating to the rest of us what we can eat 

How we sleep, love, what we do with our bodies

Along with how we look to them

No room for differentness or otherness

Too frightening and uncomfortable to 

These white nationalist men and women 

Who are so frightened themselves

Trying to put all the rest of us

Into cages, like animals, for them to possess

Direct, torture, and kill at their will

While their cages are so tightly constructed

That they bloat inside their bars with their

Blustering hatred

Their fears and their desires

Coughing up words of crazy

And torment, trying to pull others

Down into their dark, dangerous dens

To keep them from being 

Oh so alone and tortured 

Themselves

Shekinah cleans out clearly, and offers

Rebirth, transformation and deep

Abiding Grace to everyone who
Opens their eyes, hearts and bodies

To wake up

To allow for activation

Becoming initiated and marked

By Love

Grief Talks

Grief, another word for Love

Grief as energy, at times

Floundering, at times

Flowing like water

Rushing through our blood

Seeking a finish line

When there is no end

Good Grief

How did this happen-to-me grief

Weeping, wailing, sobbing 

Confusing and fluctuating feelings

Abound, streaming

Through every cell of our beings

Crushing Grief

Taking us to our knees

Withering our limbs

Dissipating our strengths

We collapse within grief

Searching for answers

When there are none

Coloring grief from

Wide deep purples of desire

To long whispers of red

A rose that died on the vine

Only to be pinched off so

Another rose bud can bloom

Grief about a dead sparrow

A cute chipmunk stiff on the asphalt

Ranging from small, brief griefs

To all-absorbing, I cannot-live

Without-this-person any longer

Grief

Imagining a limb cut off

From our once healthy bodies

A piece of me lost with the loss

Of you

Without knowing or realizing

That we have kept our loved ones

Deep inside our bodies

Minds and hearts
Even in our bones

Where they reside

One by one

Until we contain them all
Overflowing with memories

Mournful and sad

Heart-rending and gashed

Keening with great grief that

Washes over us like a steep

Waterfall, plunging down 

Toward our heads

Bending us as we bow

Before such huge human grief

Grief talks to us earnestly

Sometimes quietly

So intimate and true

So personal and strange

Our unique responses to

Grief collect inside us

And all around us

Overriding our functional

Operating systems

As we just let go

And feel all the things

We hear you, Grief

Leaving the womb

Grief precedes new life