medicine

RAICILLA

I can feel your fermented roots washing down my throat.
   So potent –
yet you don’t burn inside.
Lining my lips with a drop of your Spirit,
a hazy memory of you returns…

You move
   in dark, slow motion
like a cat with white paws and black fur on it’s back.

You danced so gracefully, Love.
And it ripped my Heart to pieces!

Who knew
you would give so much of yourSelf to The Process,
Each Time
Extracting the Very Essence of You to the stage.

You’re Performing again tonight.

So am I.
Giving mySelf to these pages,
   Birthing Red Ramblings
Every evening between breaths.
Curling up and contracting what The Senses perceive
  The Body then stretches
Expresses,
Distilling my Experience into a Blissful Exchange
   Between You & I.

So I propose…
   a toast!

May there be many more moments
   of this Ever-Evolving Eros.

¡Salúd!

RAICILLA
– ara, 2014

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The Medicine Tree

If Humans are the bottom-dwellers in a Sea of Air,
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!

Let us be more like Trees!

So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!

(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring! Although what I currently get paid to write during the day satisfies one’s needs, it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One’s Desires…)

One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.

When you don’t…
The Body languishes,
Heart connections are cold
The Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.

How though?
How does one Incarnate?

Sorry.
Can’t answer that for you, buddy!
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.

But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)

Turn on from Within.
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
This
is
Yoga.
~ Union ~

And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Red Ramblings.

Like a Tree,
I Take In
all that is,
was
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.

Some nights are steamier than others…
smoke dances,
the mist rises
and falls,
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.

There is no greater Fulfillment than Birthing into Being the Divine Inside.

What Medicine do you exhale?

*originally posted on the UrbanShamanMom blog.

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Desert Dreaming

Sitting on a lonely bench, searching for the Sunlight to warm her fragile body,
she saw him.
Dressed in white, in a jovial mood with friends, he skipped his way into town,
and into her Heart.

Their eyes met. They barely spoke.
But when their palms touched…
Fire,
In the Space Between.

Lets walk together, She said.
I shall follow you into the Night, He said.
And thus a pilgrimage into a Desert of Dreams began.

Beneath a blanket of Stars and the gentle embrace of the cold, dark Night,
they Walked.
Side by side, feet stepping onto the sand,
she healed his Heart with the warmth of her hands.

She did not know it then…but it was a Journey that would Heal Her Soul. Lost, many times long ago, searching for love in all the wrong places, this time when she stopped looking and started truly giving,
the kind that lasted Lifetimes would come waltzing in.

Who knew, it would be start of something True…

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r-EVOL-ution

You’ve changed…
You smell sweeter now.
Oddly enough,
Aged
You’re more playful;
Fleeting.

How you’ve grown…
Wiser.
Stronger.
More beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

And yet,
so much remains the same.
Love,
Respect;
The Uncertainty of What Shall Happen Next.

Shhhh…
Be with Me in This Moment,
Its all we get this Time!

Don’t let the fear of tomorrow take away the glory of today!

This is All There Is,
so take what I have to give.
I don’t care what you’ll do tomorrow,
I just need to love who you are today.

This is my offering.

Love that flows and is received is Medicine.
Pent up inside; trapped –
It is poison.

Don’t leave me here tomorrow to die a slow death.

 

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Goodbye to the Bitter, My Sweet

Bitter
This Medicine is bitter
The smell of incense tricks you into thinking it is sweet
But no,
The smoke of remembering our past is bitter.

What did you think?
That our coming together would be delicious?
One must first mourn
the death of what was
before delighting in the birth of the new.

Better
I’m now better
Infusing this Space
With Silence
My gaze
Lonely memories of you
An exhale…
After holding my breath all throughout your stay.

Goodbye, my sweet.
You’ve healed me.

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