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SHE

Her veiled voice sounds in a pitch-black sky covered by a million stars I recognize her recognize her in me graceful, powerful, sensual she sees me in full devotion initiated into the deep mysteries of the elements I feel her presence in the Other World softly embraced into reality like an everlasting dream in the silent presence of the dark moon she touches me in my deepest essence waves of intensity, woven with inner knowing blooming like a rose, a heart so open so receptive come to me, come inside of me, be me as I am you through the silver threads connecting us through the times enfolded by mists I stand there receiving, giving, streaming the well whispers softly, I listen, quietly speak words of love she listens and is the essence of my words carried by a million stars they know

BONES

Losing her as she is looking for herself In mundane distractions Trying to find her way but the direction is hidden While the moon silently guides her and remembers her...... Of her self My child Meanwhile I walk in circles on a crossroad Trying to find my way Looking for home Home with a hearthfire A warm cave for a loving family A shattered dream I hear her voice calling me A distant call from north Come home, come home, come home Here are your roots Look See Feel I look and see the uprooting Barren landscape, broken trees Bones and nothingness Tears fill my heart Could this be my home... My soul knows the answer Bone woman stares at me I see compassion in her eyes Her strength, her wisdom, her love Stripped from any emotional need And I feel deep down in my belly That being Home Begins in embracing the uprooting

ME

No voice can be heard In this barren landscape Where the northern wind blows Her icy cold breath My heart once warm and open Now covered with glistening layers of snow Isolated I try to find my way I ceaselessly try to reconnect But even the silver threads are frozen.. When I spoke my vow, many years ago Delighted with love and pure devotion My naked body cloaked by the dark of night Surrounded by magical beings Holding space so I could surrender Wholeheartedly, to her, within myself I did not have the slightest idea That promising to simply be who I am To live authentically from my core Would include such a total disruption Leaving me exiled and bewildered While Mother North slowly wrapped me In her silent, cold embrace Where I dwelled for years, withdrawn Saturn almost rising now Mirroring me to take back what I lost Or had unconsciously given away My love and strength, my ground, my power My heart, my worth, my self.. A veiled voice sounds in a pitch black sky I recognize her, she reminds me Of who I am and have ever been The wind blows softly, I listen, weary Speak words of depth She understands and is The essence of my words Carried by a million stars They know…

SCARS

Feeling The scars on my soul Seeing them lighting up in the dark At night Silent wounds created by stories Histories, herstories Empty of presence Cutting deep I breathe them in Knowing this is my story Which I created To come closer to my heart A call from soul Forcing me to look at the core Of woundedness And realise that Scars are just marks at the surface Underneath is love Only love

QUIET UNFOLDING

This quiet intimacy Within myself Finding her way In simplicity Intoxicating stillness Prepares me to be Open To receive my self And my Beloved Rushing sensations In my flowering womb Pure exquisite sensuality Unwillingly merged With a touch of fear For the consequence of My inner wildness.. Longing in the deep Oh how I’m longing Unable to express Passion seems to be quiet As a sleeping volcano I’m awakening And unfolding Again

WINTERDREAM

In the dreaming winterland Stillness is now natures song I can hear it in my head Feel it in my body Am aware of it in my being Below the stillness Silence awaits In its ever vast presence Illuminating untold stories Echoing unsung songs Barren lands And forgotten worlds Stillness is the secret doorway To the great mystery of silence That place where unknown territory Opens the entrance to essence Where nature breathes her own being Whispers softly While I dissolve into the soul of the land