I fell into the moon

  

I bathed by the moon

that rose above the dune

she swung me like a mother

as I laid beside her

kissed by her light

my heart felt so bright

I slept by the moon

what a silky cocoon

There is a place

There is a place
deep in the womb
too wild for wounds
there, truth answers

There is a place
deep in our heart
that knows no hurt
there, love happens

In a mantle of leaves

In a mantle of leaves
and wet moss
we dream in silence
In the depths of our core
nothing moves
Only the beat of the earth
lifting the veil
of inner truth
and hopeful returns

In the dark lands of no lies

In the dark lands of no lies
where fears cease to be
lives a knowing that whispers
Amongst shimmers of certainty
wise appalachian women,
weavers of spells, long gone tales,
shadow riders and truth tellers
weave silver rays of prophecies
In the faraway lands of no fears
- neither of life nor death -
eager to bow I wait for thou
eager to know away I go

And so it was solstice

And so it was Solstice 
and I went to a cueva to sleep
and this Queen of the night 
who blossoms once a year
this night blooming cacti 
from the tribe Cereeae
welcomed me at the door

and by morning
she was gone

The forest is bathing

the forest is bathing

in lush greens 
and vivid moss

nothing moves

besides me 
breathing
alone in
silence

in/out

in

my ancestor

Dear ancestor,

Sometimes I wonder 
about you
(when you fled into the woods

to escape war and stay alive)

'What did you eat ?'