Buried Alive

Taking the time
to find the motherless child
who ran away
so very long ago-

buried alive
the goddess within
scratches
& pounds
with knuckles
bloody
& raw
on the barred door
of my being

soul
dehydrated
split
& cracked
longing for the swollen teat
of my warrior woman
so
that i may drink
of her courage
& find my feet
to run
through the woods
wild
howling
drying my wings
so that i may leap
from the cliffs
soaring
courageous
through the darkness
to welcome
the dawn
of my rebirth

Tempest

there's a storm
stirring in my soul
clouds are forming
beneath my eyelids

the tempest tempts

perhaps I'll give in
stop swimming
let the dark currents
pull me under
so I can finally sleep

Shredded

shredded
from the knowledge
that no one
wants
me
enough
   to be present
fully
    in my life

false words
empty promises

always that convenient
      bench
   to sit on
         momentarily
      & then be gone

a tree giving
   uprooted
  in life's storm

Crimson Warning

i scream & scream & scream
but you never hear me-
no one ever hears me
i'm shattered
the shards of my heart
tear the foot's flesh
& i leave bloody prints
along the way
a crimson warning
to those too weak
to traverse
the path of longing

Your River

Your River ran by me

Filling- spilling the floodgate

Diving with abandonment-

I drown in the ecstatic waves of possibilities.

Your River ran over me

& I let go

Divinely currented by Your Love

I am one with the Waters of Creation

Mere rocks cannot stop the flow of Spirit.

Your River runs through me

Washing the locust years away-

Midnight expunged

I dance with the Invisible.

Your River runs As Me

& as drunken Majun

I whirl dervishly in Your Light.

The Gardener

Fertile and rich

You have been my Soil

Feeding my gentle seed

Nurturing growth.

You have been my Water

My Wellspring

& I suckled there

Always thirsty.

You have been my Sun

Fountain of Light

I reached towards You

You sprang my growth towards the Stars

Feeding my Longing to couple with the Heavens.

You have been the Gardener of my Soul

Weeding the choking’s of ego

Freeing me to expand my Roots

To the absolute depths of my being

Moving through the darkness to find my Strength

My Grounding.

Now You have given me the greatest gift of all

For now You are my Wind

Moving through me

Beyond this meager shell

Scattering my ripened seeds to the world

Releasing me.

Mongolian Queen

Mongolian queen
covered in skins
rides
thighs wrapped tight
around her chosen warrior.

One with their horse
they travel
through days
full moon thunderstorms
butterfly mountains-

till he gives her the seventh rainbow
& pink rain
falls on purple mountains.

& he takes her
wind tangled
horse numb
to his arms
to his bed
to their dreams
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