One day, I looked
To meet your eyes.
I was hooked.
I asked why?
Not in chains.
Nor in spells.
Rather your flame,
Caught me by.
Your heart, I saw.
Home, I know.
Your soul, I remember
Love made, oh so tender.
We dance, in awe.
We play, we surrender.
To love, life and death,…
I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy
As we are living the longest darkest days of the fall season, the winter solstice day is when there is a meeting point, an exchange, a gateway opening another dimension where time stops and the light chooses to return, again.
I searched,
From birth, I searched,
For what? I wondered.
With many, I wandered.
Getting lost, I pondered,
Back to the bones, I fluttered.
Love, the way I knew crumbled,
Over and over, down under.
When someone “loses it”, as we commonly say, there is always a reason and this reason falls into the unknown. It is usually a crisis. We don’t know what to do with this family member, friend or partner. This unknown has not been preached in holy places. It has been feared, banished and expelled as…
Love me or hate me,
It doesn’t matter.
You are the one, loving.
You are the one, hating.
Or is it me?
Who am I loving?
And who do I hate?
Separated, are we?
And what is in between?
A story or two. Blue or green
Is it too late?
For us to see,
I…
Another experience on the path of medicine had started. In the southern mountains of Mexico, several leaves of freshly picked Niños Santos (Derrumbes: Landslide and San Isidro Mushrooms) have been served and welcomed with love to accompany me and a dear friend in a medicine space. Another exploration with one intention: medicine to mediate, gentleness…
The plant teacher and you. Granted, two worlds that are energetically connected as parts of this web of life. Yet, the physical ingestion of a well-intended preparation of a concoction made from one or more plants is where worlds meet and collide.