Twelve miles in two days is a number that gave me time to sift. My heart has been humming strongly, and sits soft in my chest. Hara holds alignment, my head is balanced with thoughts of sub & consciousness.
So I’ve heard you all, before I knew. Intuition is slight in the whispers it speaks to you. It’s a feeling, that leads to reasoning– some off-hand way of thought. In regards to everyone who’s rounding up: thank you for the vibes you’ve brought.
“Touching is an excuse. An excuse to touch what we cannot touch. We are touching Ki, touching life itself.” ~Ohashi
In a week of Shiatsu training with Kristin, as individuals- and a group of healers- we have reached new balance, in the heights of holding space for the sacred grace of presence.
Friday was monumental. We shared ourselves in telling of our experiences; somewhat of our past. We ate ourselves into contentment. We gradually progressed in our day, to the sisterhood of embracing compassion.
As six, we gathered about the seventh- in a wholesome reaching out, to assist her to reach within. Love was boundless: in the engulfing of tear-shed, touching her vessel in release. Cleansing came as a rush upon the most tender. An awakening of connection, despite language barriers. Without speech, we followed lead equally… hand by hand, we reached the depths of soul in Shiatsu. <3
Forever Memorable: As four became six, for the seventh, in flow by the infinite eighth.
to Bear Weight;
Release of Space…
Amongst the Twist & Pull,
of Chaotic Tides,
Surf what Shakes Us,
Soaring ’til Subside:
Might Ones Material– Express:
The move has been made;
distrust laid to grave.
In expansive dance, to surpass past,
-Tired by the tearing of ties-
Reaching momentum of stream,
Mounted by dreams…
The weight uplifting,
Funneling a core, bearing of flight.
How many times will we wind in circles, before we break the binds –
We are reminded in the beauty of the Butterflies, which Effect and ripple our very reality
& as the violent hands that lay us low, irrupt in aggravation of the awakening I have shown; that which I’d like you to know….
I cycle, I bow to the blow, brand myself for the broken- below.
It has been drawn upon, crow is the character of my burlesque embodiment. What a shadow to reflect upon, a duality most infinite to draw into. Could be confusion, or is it a mystic enlightenment? I will faithfully place myself in the latter, for a great bidding of release to come in form of spirituality and emotional embrace.
I once said, “Sometimes stepping out -is stepping in.”
Most recently, I have lived these words and found their meaning whole. For all of the time I have lived in dedication to my surroundings, and those who fill them– Now, is a presence with and for the self, in path of prosperous growth.
So I have seemingly “stepped out” of roles. Those I bound myself to, and held expectations of myself for. (Projecting forth these firm foundations of, “must” and “have”.) In all, I have learned the cage of expectations is a self-created tomb. Death is not my passage. Rebirth and sight of flight are where I am found. To, “lead by example”: I prefer to LEAD a legacy, not to “leave” one.
Out of bondage, into bold beginnings.
I had drained myself out. Now I soak-up, into fullness…
so that I may drip, like rain-drops upon your tongue:
Just a taste, to lead you on…
Journey toward the springs of life; be what you are, beyond stagnation; in stream.
Coupled in this experience of the self, I am encountering others. Those past and present, whom are aiding in the unIverse of greater fruition.
How thankful I am to be; to come into all that is.
To meet the characters of my greatest dreams…
in this lucid-based reality.
Familiar faces- all along I think I have known you all:
my closest friends.
Oh! How you fill my heart,
revive my mind, and show my soul how to furrow and flow.
I am cradled here,
for the growth that is abound.
The sound that soothes are the voices which surround…
Reaffirming what I’ve always known,
what has been forgotten (needing to be shown).
Deep in the water which sorrows and stills, feeds and fills…
We shall sow a song to sing by, in unIson:Al(l)one…
My choice in birthing my children, was not a painful experience. Feeling my body propelling the bodies of my children out; into this world, was that of bearing discomfort in the expansion of my muscles.
Pain would be broken bones. Birth is a natural gateway to the high of holding a moment in all that it presents: with balance of physical weight and emotional/mental/spiritual release. Pain is a choice, presence is a possibility to be had.
My most interesting observance in recent times, is the vast energy I can tap into based on the raw passion and compassion of being connected to One (myself) & All (many).
With a full and accomplished Friday behind me, I am sitting with arms wide opened, and a full grasp of this life proceeding me.
A full day of Arizona School of Integrative Studies (ASIS), a drive to Phoenix with my best of friends, performance at the Phoenix ComiCon, and an experimental Cyborg photo shoot at the cryptic Casa Grande domes… leading us to dawn, on the drive home.
Might I add, all on 2 hours of sleep– cruising on the winds of life, is a fly by, most high.
Pry to peek: Pandora’s Box.
Possess the key: Fright’s the lock.
Blast to the eyes.
Fear -be seen in Darkness:
Fleeting the sky.
Succumb to the bold Lunar hold,
Release the keys; in this relief, all will unfold…
A WhirlWind blowing, dust to fly,
Subsiding to breezy,
In Balance of Gemini.
A sight of broken bounds:
Light & Darkness, align profound.
Alluring motion; Great disguise,
Provoking change, New Moon to Guide.
Coursing waters, Climbing path…
Encompass & Surpass.
Future to Grasp.
Sinking; settling: the Darkened Glow,
A forging, seeping…
Encircled Beyond the Black Hole:
Day – Breaks,
Dream-to-Do with Diligence.
Passing Chance- to Fire Dance.