The power of the Undine
sending me on waves of Light & Sound
between the Worlds
 
My riding companion
my friend and guide
I soar on the drum beat of your hooves
across unknown lands
 
O! Fiendish Nightmare
your sweetness & power
carry my Imagination
along the underbelly of my Paths
through darkened forests and mountains
along hidden ravines and cavernous passes
 
All three of you, Dear Powers,
strong, loyal, and impeccable with directions
quivering with passion and perceptions
poised to travel where madness fled
and where abundance thrives
only because I have asked
and you know the way and what to see and what to bring forth

Walking in the woods, looking for those herbs to serve purpose from stews to tonics
I can hear the sounds of Woodpecker above me
I asked the Helping Spirits of the forest
To show me the way to what I need
Amongst the Shadows and the streams of golden sunlight, I must not fear and I must not react
Awareness from one’s surroundings comes from within
I attune to the stillness… whoa! Not too deep to forget what realm I walk
I rise back from the abysmal depths of within-Void
I hear Woodpecker again
I hear the river west of me
I feel warmer breezes winding between trees from the east
Attention is deliberate focus, but must be held lightly, fluidly
There is more of me than my Mind at work here
And there is more information coming to me than I could consciously focus upon at once
It is to trust the Light deep within – it’s my battery pack –
connected to Energy and Form
And here I am, the empowered receiver
Woodpecker has moved to the distance, I hear him
a tap-tap then a calling…
I distracted myself pondering connections
but move swiftly now in trust
I hear him tapping – O! Dear Woodpecker, you’re a brilliant balm to my Mind and Heart
I feel your wisdom and attention roll through me
And there beneath his tree in the mossy tangled roots and tufts of hummus
I find a prize
No preparation necessary
It Is the preparation
We’d reached the edge of the wood
at the base of the mountains
Before me is a path
One last calling and tap-tap as my Woodpecker companion goes off on another adventure of his own
He will be back tomorrow, to guide me through the forest again
But, for now, I approach the labyrinthian caverns
all on my own
It’s calling, calling…
I’m walking into the depths of my own being
guided by the Ancestors and Ancient Ones in my own Blood
supported and Nurtured by the Elementals within
my own Spirit-Mind-Body system
This is the Labyrinth of my own Self,
the coiling & spiraling form of Initiation
​

​New Moon
calls her name
from the Shadow’s mouth
a stolen flame
that blazes
the night
like the Sun
at noon
but the Wheel’s turn
is never so soon
Still not ever late
the warning came
of the twins agate
The prophetess
spoke her riddles & rhymes
and all makes sense
in its own sweet time

​Once so full
of something
I felt
but as the tide
follows Her
so moves the waves
I can search
the stars
for all I find
but only at dawn
will I finally see
The Light
spills across the horizon
and stretches beyond my mind
swallowing the glimmer
of the old navigator’s map
The blackness
of the sea
turns to shades
of blue-green
and the sand
glows like the sun
rising from the mist
Each day
a new beginning
each night
a new adventure
between the birthing
dawn
and the dying
dusk
Never anything
like the cleansing breath
of ocean-air
in your lungs

A bird sings because it is a bird and can be no different than what he is
caged or not
So too your soul embodied or not can be nothing other than who it is
and as you awaken to the feeling
of knowing your own self
so shall you be burned by the inspiration within you
to step into the freedom
of who you are now
Child, close your eyes
and let your soul guide you
don’t look down
don’t look up
don’t look to others for a hint of comparison or advice
if you’re focus
you will hear others’ wisdom on the winds
Child, follow yourself
home to your self
clarity is authentic expression of the integrity of your soul
authenticity is expressing your soul for no other reason than it is who you are
integrity is allowing yourself the freedom to be
be your soul incarnate
be your soul disincarnate
be your soul reincarnate
be your Self
Let your Soul sing
Let your Body move
Let your Mind awaken
Inspired by “Eight of Crystals” from The Healing Earth Taro

​Comfort
in the wide unknown
on this path
reaping
what’s sown   
 like the August
sun
warming your back
walking the distance
of an eastbound track
Always nice
to see a familiar face
when the wind’s cold as ice
in this desolate place