Poem

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The Healer

Published September 5, 2019 by tindertender

A poem that I wrote for my beautiful friend, but it fits many of the women that were at our Corn Ceremony last weekend, and many more that I know. We missed you. ❤

With love,

~ Darlene V. Terry

She walks the mountains, valleys

Rivers, and creeks

Verdant meadows

Dusty, dry, desert gulches

Seeking, searching

With eyes sharp and quick

For the hidden magic

Behind, below, within

Heart shaped leaves

Round globes, medicinal sticks

Absorbing the knowing

Formulating formulas

Tinctures, salves, teas

Compresses, tricks

Bending the magic to her will

Healing wounds

Healing spirits, coughs, colds

Cuts, and nicks

The healing circling

In and around and through

Air and water, fire and stone

Love and song

Returning to heal her heart

Warm mystic, sacred

Powerful, and strong

Medicine woman

Human, For Only A Little While

Published April 30, 2019 by tindertender

Although you appear in earthly form

Your essence is pure Consciousness.

You are the fearless guardian

of Divine Light.

So come, return to the root of the root

of your own soul.

If you look too closely at the form, you’ll miss the essence.

At a distance you only see my light…

Come closer and Know that I am You.

You are a ruby encased in granite.

How long will you decieve Us with this outer show?

O friend, We can see the truth in your eyes!

So come, return to the root of the root

of your own soul.

Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.

Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.

~ Rumi

The Phoenix is the higher frequency symbol for Aquarius, the Bearer of the Cup containing the Waters of Life. The Phoenix of Aquarius represents the collective or planetary gaining of Everlasting Life.

You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.

http://www.angelfire.com/in4/alchemy2084/phoenix.html

~ The Real McCoy @Boii_McCoy

We Have Come To Be Danced

Published March 19, 2019 by tindertender

Not the pretty dance

Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the Belly
Of the Sacred, Sensual Animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box Dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet Dance

We have come to Be Danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The Blow the chip off our shoulder Dance.
The slap the apology from our posture Dance

We have come to Be Danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two Dance like you
One two three, Dance like me Dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open Dance
The rub the Rhythm Raw against our Soul Dance

We have come to Be Danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, Voodoo Mama
Shaman Shakin’ Ancient Bones Dance
The strip us from our casings, Return our Wings
Sharpen our Claws and Tongues Dance
The Shed Dead Cells and slip into
The Luminous Skin of Love Dance.

We have Come to Be Danced
Not the hold our breath wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the Meeting of the Trinity, the Body Breath and Beat Dance
The Shout Hallelujah from the top of our Thighs Dance
The Mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant Leaps Dance
The olly olly oxen free free free Dance
The everyone can come to our Heaven Dance

We have come to Be Danced
Where the Kingdom’s Collide
In the Cathedral of Flesh
To Burn Back into the Light
To unravel, to Play, to Fly, to Pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to Be Danced

We Have Come…

~ Jewel Mathieson

Walled Garden of Truth

Published November 10, 2018 by tindertender

“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”

 Hakim Sanai’s Walled Garden of the Truth

The poem is a translation from Hakim Sanai (Persian poet) work. here is the link https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanai if you want to know him more. The last line of the movie credit (The Shape of Water) says : Adapted works from Hakim Sanai

Here are the translation and the original poem:

چون نگنجد شکل تو در عقل من Unable to perceive the shape of You

بینمت در هر مکان و منزلی I find You all around me

زین حضورت، عشق شسته چشم من Your presence fills my eyes with Your love

دل‌زلالم، چون به هر جا حاضری It humbles my heart, For You are everywhere

Wild One

Published May 14, 2018 by tindertender

Wild One

Wild One,
I see you
Quivering beneath that old skin
Draped in shoulds and oughts,
Wearing that false smile,
The one that says
“Yes of course I will…’
Before you set yourself aside
And conform to that safe, known, shape
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I hear you
Growling in the night,
When your passion wakes you,
Ready to rip his skin or yours
As the truth burning fires of awareness
Blaze their intensity into your mind
Laying bare your compromises
Stripping the lies you tell yourself
Refusing to stay that safe known shape
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I feel you,
As the dawn breaks
And the false floor and tight smile
Give way to grit, grief and remembering,
That deep, fluid, undulating pulse,
That nectar heart, that moist knowing,
That sweet longing and clarity so bright
They blind you to that safe known shape
And memory,
Of appropriate ‘She’

Wild One
I need you
Ready to shed your fear and thrive,
Ready to feel incandescently alive
Uncensored majesty of womankind
Embodying the grace of the sensually sublime
Receiver of nature’s subtle melodies
Vivid, ageless, honest and free
I stand for you, and you stand for me
The redefined expression
Of appropriate ‘She’

~ Redefining ‘She’, by Clare Dubois
Founder | TreeSisters: women seeding change

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It’s time to reclaim our wildness: www.billiontrees.me/treesisters-inner-journey-of-awakening/

(Art: Thanks to Debra Bernier)

Wild Soul Woman

Published April 13, 2018 by tindertender

Wild Soul Woman

When we consider how embedded we are in the Earth,
how we are literally made of the same stuff
as rivers, rocks and roots,
we can see how separating from this beautiful, fecund world
might be damaging to our psyches.
Have you ever suffered a terrible accident, betrayal or loss?
Then you know you can be left depleted, depressed,
perhaps even cast adrift …
As if you aren’t quite whole.
In losing our intimate relationship with the Earth
we modern humans have suffered a particular trauma
that has caused our wild souls to split off.
How do we heal the wounded wild?
How do we reclaim our wild souls?
The answer lies within each one of us.
~Poem: Mary Reynolds Thompson
~Art: Elisabetta Trevisan

http://www.awildsoulwoman.org/initiation

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