World Without End

Whose sand this is, I think I know

Her house is in the village though

Her home is wide and full of space

We gather outside to meditate

Thanking the wisdom from wherever 

We seek her: Stars, Moon, Sun

Plants, minerals, rocks, everywhere

Inside of us and all around us

We rock and roll throughout our lives

Knocking down anthills to survive

Wanting to make our claim as people

When we are so much more than human

Wily and cunning, we become what

We eat and absorb from our environments

The noises and music

The odors and glorious smells of 

Fresh bread and chocolate

The liquids around us, oh, the water

We drink and bathe in, what has

Happened to our water?

We cannot clean off this slime

We dig so deeply into the soil

To find new spring waters to quench 

Our thirst, to cleanse ourselves

Hoping for transformation, rebirth

Once naked, new, and innocent, we

Discover a huge mountain

Whose peak we can never reach

Until we decide to let go, release

Surrendering to the inner knowing

And the knowing field all that 

We knew before, all that we will 

Learn and all that we are

From the depths of Mother Ocean

To the air currents of Father Sky

We are nature, dropping down

Into a devotional pose

Knowing what we have known all along

We were not just born here

We have not just been living here

We have been around forever

From star systems to starbursts

From galaxies to the deep core of Mother Earth

All of us humans joining together

For just this lifetime, now

Pleased to be part of the process

Longing to know where we came from

Where are we now and where we might go

After dying when we explode

We are all times and all space

From everything our human brain

Knows to what we cannot fathom

All we are now, have been and will be

“… as it was in the beginning

Is now, and ever shall be

World without end. Amen.”

Ancient Mother Goddess Gifts

Searching through the clouds 

Through my Body and Soul

She finally finds me underneath this

Powerful mind, this ego of mine

The Ancient Mother Goddess sends me gifts

Frequently but sometimes

I don’t receive them because of the clutter

Within, or distractions, or busy mind or body

So many gifts left in cold storage

Unseen, unopened, neglected

My Soul calls out to her

"Here I am!  

Just wade through the muddy water

Through the algae and the tossed off skins

I have shed

You can catch me in the early mornings

Or in my dreams

Please announce your presence"

I awakened with a jolt

The dogs aren’t barking

My husband isn’t snoring

What woke me up?

Just a dream of glorious nature

Rippling water flowing down a stream

A dream in which a bushy beaver is

Building a dam to create deep water

Spots, protecting him and his family

From land predators

A damn not just for blockage

But for sustenance, survival

As I pass by the busy beaver

I see squirrels and chipmunks

Fat cheeks filled with food

A snake slinks slowly by

A croaky crow caws from the bamboo 

Crows often caution me when 

Hawks come flying by or when predators sit 

High in amazingly tall trees, hunting

Danger lurking? Or, just life cycling in and out

Around and through, season to season

We change along with the rest of nature

All needing food to eat, water to drink

Clean air to breathe, someone(s) to love

"Ah," says the Ancient Mother Goddess

"I got through her thick skull!

I was able to prompt her to be still 

Long enough to view the beauty

All around her, bringing stimulation

And peace, all together, all at once

My mission for today is accomplished"

And, so it is

Jolting Genocide

In a recent dream

I saw a Mississippi Mound

In the 1960's

Near where I lived

When I was young

The Mississippi Delta

A dusty, dry, grassy hill with arrowheads

Waiting to be discovered

A Deep South United States pyramid

Holding Native American dead bodies 

Perhaps buried with pets and weapons

An earthen storage space 

Who built this mound of

Mother Earth and why?

Seems some mounds were flat-topped stages

Elevated ceremonial platforms for rituals

Huge earthen, sacred geometric shapes

Some designed to look like animals, snakes, birds

Tombs for bones of important people

Some temples, open plazas

Areas for council meetings

Or residences of

Chiefs and priests

At some point

Mound-building stopped

My dream shifted 

Trolls and faeries approached 

Telling me: 'You don’t belong here'

I am attracted to dark, wet

Forests with sprites, flying

Spirits and curious elves 

Bouncing from one branch to another

Creating a cauldron, mixing magick

Our white ancestors stole so much property

From indigenous people, moving and wiping out  

Native Americans 

These European white people 

Pioneered their greed, ravaging 

Human beings, women and children

Stealing and killing, pushing them westward

Jolting genocide

Looking back at one past life, my 

Indian Princess Warrior Woman

Strong, bold, solid and protective

She would have killed some of 

My white ancestors

(Not one for lying down and being cowardly)

She and I would have tried to destroy these men

Who tried to rape us (and our children)

Who set fire to our tepees

Who told us we were animals and scum

We, too, shot arrows through their hearts

We, too, took our hatchets 

Slicing their scalps, claiming corpses

Dragging them behind our fast horses

Throwing them into a pile of 

The dead, murderers, savages

Who are the perpetrators and 

Who belongs to the Beloved community?

I have played both parts

And lots of roles in between

Lots of blood on my hands

Lots of love in these hands, too