Tag: magic

Reflections

I saw the face of god today I simply could not look away It came in waves  From your shining eyes Ancient wisdom Sweet surprise  It’s something that cannot be said But the heart sings here I am again You watched yourself see me see you We held and swirled in endless loop And touched… Continue reading Reflections

Energy Work

When the energy rises to my throat, I am met with fear.  I’m surprised to discover it.  It’s like that sometimes, the emotion lurking somewhere in my body, hesitant to make itself known.  I can’t blame it; I used to be in the habit of rejecting what I felt automatically.  My body doesn’t yet know… Continue reading Energy Work

Gathering

I’m eighteen and I’m standing in the doorway of your house And you are telling me it’s just a phase Couched in your scorn is implied meaning That I am wrong to claim this part of me as identity And soon I will realize it  I’m not surprised to hear this from you I didn’t… Continue reading Gathering

What Falls in the Forest

My love when I die Leave this body in the forest At the feet of one who can measure My life in thickness of rings You’ll know her when you meet her Towering mother of centuries Raising arms to heaven even As she reaches deep into the dark Give this body to her and the… Continue reading What Falls in the Forest

Soul Retrieval

There’s a moment in your bathroom when I feel myself become him, without even trying.  I’m standing facing you, feasting my eyes on you, giggling with the kind of unbridled joy I have rarely experienced but which seems to be increasingly present in my life now, when I feel my shoulders broaden, my hips narrow,… Continue reading Soul Retrieval

Trust

You must be what we used to call a changeling; Something otherworldly in your eyes, In your aura, in your aimless mischief, Opening the doorway to what was once A long-ago way of being “me” So that inner fairy child comes through effortlessly To play with you.  This is who you are to me, and… Continue reading Trust

A Place in the Forest, Part 12

A tree had fallen across the brook, partially damming it.  The pool into which the waterfall fed had swollen, creeping silver up the sides of the rock, washing the spongy moss which now unfurled like emerald green silk in the gentle current, the hair of mermaids.  Mava sat on the broad, smooth tree trunk with… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part 12