|john Muir Trail Yosemite National Park|
Nature’s heart beats over the Land with rhythm & cadence nourishing the souls of her Daughters & Sons
This time of dieing begs for honor, gracing the earth’s mossy bed with sacred permission
Permission to soak in the nourishment of our Mother and die in her arms
Surrender garments of light that were draped about supple Spring skin
Their colors reflecting those of wildflowers & clear streams
Out weary arms to be cloaked in blazing fire & heavy darkness for it is time
One more time put forth all that is left within and more, for the Universe to store
As the spider makes mad her spinning of webs, the Deer rut and the Squirrel scurries ~
so we must lay aside the sensibleness of the time of life & relinquish societal reason
Lay down in her arms, beat lulling & softening desires ~ her firm, but loving fingers caressing trusting souls
Pull snugly blankets of Fiery red, yellow and gold, fading to brown… prepare to nourish once again the earth ~
die with joy a certain death and come what may ~
bleak cold, warming once again ~
once again if again so blessed ~ Springs Life
As inspired by Nature herself muses along the Jon Muir trail of a beautiful tree surrendering to the earth, bleeding sap like jewels & a moist fern still full of life flourishing in a crack in the rocks. We all have cracks after all. That’s how the light gets in
|Trail to Half Dome|
|Trail to Mirror Lake|
Long Way Home ~ Again
Been gone awhile, busy taking the long way home
Always seems so endless- miles of stretches of barren hot ground
Wildflowers & oasis’s spotted between
Sometimes now I get to wondering if I’ll ever make it home ~
If it’s worth the journey ~ why I go…
Each time I arrive, hungry, weary & battered, each time ~ I know
|Along Parker Creek East Side of Sierras|
|Hoping for food on the Half Dome Trail|
Psycodellic Demon Shit
Shape of a wing, colored black & while with jagged distinct lines dividing the two colors.
The demon appeared as invited in the form of a huge dark grayish, blackish bird, the wing of black & white joining into its back. Slashing claws, which wanted to slash at my tendons, nerves & such reaching for the bone marrow. Long neck & opening beak twisting & tossing about threatening with dark vacant eyes, light deep within.
“What do you want?” I asked as instructed to do. “your life. To kill you” the demon replied, staring directly into my eyes. Nuff said (Sam Elliot, various movies, but especially the one about the Forest Ranger) Pain subsiding…
“What do you need from me?” “Your life” it said, seeming to mean as a gift, a sacrifice, not as a death by being killed thing. I understood.
“Will you leave me alone if you get what you need?” The creature knashed, changed shape into a more compact beast, nastily throwing a tantrum, spewing out fire spit. “Tell me what you need & stop that fit” More knashing & spitting. “I’m not afraid of your tantrum, so get it out & get in on, what, tell me what!” More of the knashing & spitting (pain escalating) “Get down, now and tell me what I need to know!” I boomed. The creature writhed and subsided.
The caldron boiled with a jellyfish like flower thing pulsating in the middle with light off to the left. The demon drank from the caldron missing no bits of bone & flesh in the pot, changing into a more dragon like creature as it drank. As it finished the last bit, it began to glow partly from the male orb & partly from the jellyfish flower. It transformed into a dragonfly larve, then a full dragonfly with a glowing light in the middle.
“”Do I have an ally?” I called out wondering if the dragonfly was my ally. In swooped an eagle like, humming bird/bug eating type bird, snatching up the dragonfly as I laughed! “Will you be there to help me when I need it?” I cried out in question to the bird. As I spoke, the bird shat out the dragonfly, grinning as she shat, the crap turning psycodelic along with the bird, now glowing. A faint figure of a dragonfly could be seen in the psycodelic shit.
~J~moonmango On the journey to healing...a death to live 10/12
Is it that one door opens for every door that closes, or do we just become aware of the open door that we never bothered to knock until the one we were so comfortable walking through slammed shut?
Procrastination Will Have To Wait
Coyote comes to me, dressed as Wolf
Spirit Guide the Great Horned Owl remains absent
Some imposter screeches all night into early morning
Telling me...what, telling me something, telling me to pay attention
pay attention...to what?
Blessings pour forth, yet no time for rest
Peace & joy well up like the baking soda volcanos in the sand
No matter, it's time to look and listen, be alert
Somethings going down....somethings heading this way
something, something...but what? Oh, I think I may know...I had forgotten
Like a child who played too long and forgot about the chore she was firmly told to do ~
I had forgotten. I thought I could rest, thought I could play
When my chore is done, that's what's going down, like a scolding
Like a warning before the consequence ~ Procrastination will have to wait...
I have work to be done. Brother Coyote came to warn me, screeching owl has been at me
Spirit guide has left me to what I was prompted to do ~awhile ago~
Much thanx to Mighty Mouse for saving the day once again...
|Sun setting Half Dome Trail|
Coyote howls alone, no longer dressed as wolf. He passes almost unnoticed into the brush, telling me the path is chosen.