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| john Muir Trail Yosemite National Park |
Natures
Heartbeat
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
~J~moonmango
10/7/2012
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
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| Trail to Half Dome |
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| 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
~J~moonmango
9/2012
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| Along Parker Creek East Side of Sierras |
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| 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?
~J~moonmango
9/12
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| Obsidian Dome |
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~
~J~moonmango
11/7/12
Much
thanx to Mighty Mouse for saving the day once again...
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| Sun setting Half Dome Trail |
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