River Run

Floating down the river, hands trailing in soft currents. The sun is stretched across the sky and I am surrendering to every turn and eddy flow. The trees knarl over edges and twist into dark flecked mud. Each branch reaching in protest, waving the flag of awareness. I am pressed to the bottom of my …

Shape Shifting

I am the dreamer. Slipping through the cracks of rest, into the fanning pages of dream. My body peels into thin transparent layers, bending around the edges of my desire. Tucked warm in the blanket piles of bed, I am on the edge of each drifting moment, breathing into the transformations. The fog lifts into …

Wolf Reflections

 

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As I drift inward, the pulse of my intuition expands. I am combining in the energy built on the ledges and edges of your being. There is no closing, only an opening that brings your spirit into unison with mine. These are my promises, to listen and watch all the paths that you show me. Into the forest, the old paths that treaded so worn that they are engraved into your soul. I can feel the length of spine and security of earth beneath your feet. You speak softly, in nudges and deep guttural flows of breath. The earth opens to receive our presence and I slip away from my conditioned thinking. Into the spiral steps of home, to the den that you shared, to the lives that you took out of need. 

The flows of energy intertwine, between leaps of air. I ask simple questions and you give the answer at my core. No confusion, animal wisdom comes in many forms. With you its in gliding colour and images. Reminding me to watch patiently as the messages unfold like origami cranes. I am grounding heavy through the layers, finding space on roots, in the stories left by others. You guide me between the realms and open my inner eyes. I can feel my body releasing fear, the seed presented in front of me, you show me how to let go and how the rivers flow when I finally do. These pieces are wolf wisdom, you received when you were born and before. There were lessons and the land provided you with each, a gift of life. Weaving through your warm coat, I see the winters that shone off your back. The hunts that brought your mornings, and these memories fill me with connection. Your stories frame my vision, including my own body, carrying me safe behind yellow eyes. I hear your thoughts and they filter through my understanding until I find treasures of meaning. The things you held on to. Truth and community, sharing what you learn. You urge me to give, of myself, of my abilities.

When we meet in dreams, you show me the magic of transformation. That you are much more than you appear, that we all are.

Scars of Brilliance

Basil broth, I soak in a talisman bath, hoping to bring the abundance back. My skin brims with gold, soaking the floor and rippling hard wood. I am more powerful than I remember amidst the ideas that I am beneath, always below. My skin tells stories, the webs between fingers glisten with hope, that I …

Phantom limbs

I prefer being a landscape or a large body of water. My bones are rocks and old stumps, my flesh ripples of greenery, popping with colour and bending deep into valleys. I can sense the vastness but am not caught in the sum of parts, lancing into cavernous hideaways and breathing deep into the bellies …

sensate symphony

We were hidden lovers, restless specks of cosmo intertwined on the inside. Now I am through your eyes and feel what it’s like to explore the inner realms as I am you. This divide collapses and we merge completely. Biological boundaries melting into a sensate symphony. Your body holds the mystery, each tingle deepening as …

Gifts of raw

The body stretches, chest broken and lungs collapsed, I pause in these moments between living and dying. When my dreams swing doors wide and corrupt my mind with shadow divisions. I sat too long on the lap of death and now I call the blood back to my skin, kiss my own cold lips. My …

Rivers of carnelian

I can’t recall a time that I flowed so seamlessly through my wounds. Looking in the mirror, I find the edges and pull my breath to leap my chest with longing. I tried to tear apart the frame and unravel the roots as if it was that easy to destroy divinity. These racked ribs carry …