The Eye of The Storm

the poetry of fear

there is a fear eye travel

a fear that travels with me…

as part of the galactic journey 

that is my consciousness

it lives and moves in my orbit 

eye bow to it 

honor it

because simply…

it is.  

and it is a part of the everything…

it haunts me sometimes 

can feel like a black hole 

a kind of gravity inescapable 

caught in the spin 

of event horizon 

the light of me 

bends

Sacred Compass 

obscured from True North 

for a time...

eye have traveled this before 

eye know what 

it looks and feels like 

this is not new… 

my vision can narrow

my creativity a distancing

my perceptions of fear’s conversation 

can move as constricting 

on these bodies

old and new stories can hunt

draw me onto trails with dead ends 

then circle like vultures 

to vomit acid and consume 

my Sacred Will

and all of it…

a distraction from the Knowing

that eye am the eye of my storms

that these storms 

are the rites of my passage

fluidity feels a hardening like ice

traps can lull me into the sinkholes

of unforgiving dualistic thinking  

sinkholes of wanton judgments 

of Self
 

which are utterly irrelevant 

always.

a deafening roaring 

eros as fire raging 

whose feral power 

can draw me 

from my Presence 

if eye move outside 

of Sacred Practice 

eye am tested… 

as the ever pressing urge 

to run from this seething 

burning discomfort 

moves greedy for space 

the focus can become

my grievances

and not my Presence

not my observing 

not my reverence 

not the truth of this opportunity

of this moment 

eye can become consumed 

by desperation

eye can scramble to escape 

as if this burning 

could turn these bodies into ash 

the potency of my emotions 

like currents can draw me out 

into its thunderous ocean
 

can distract me from a Truth 

eye know in my bones…

that eye always have choice 

in the thoughts eye allow to root

eye always have choice

in the ways eye choose to move

eye have learned to inspire

a slowing of these Selves

when moments like this rise

this process a holy conversation

growing pattern through cultivation

my children been a depth of inspiration 

my practice…

choice.

committed relentless

intentional response 

as choice 

the WE of me have spent time 

traveling the nature of this fear

observing our bodies

in relationship to it 

beyond the assumptions

of a cultural coercion

we already agreed on our motions 

when in a moment the gravity

begins its descension 

when in a moment 

True North is obscured…

we know what to do

we have already chosen

how we will move 

and in the moments of raging seas

when our Sight is obscured

we have already agreed

that our choices

will not be negotiated 

we allow the patience 

to kiss our holy process

filtering any judgment 

from these bodies 

because we have already agreed

that only Reverence is allowed

in my Sacred Collective 

even where alchemy beckons

especially where alchemy beckons

even when my accountability 

is the Truth
 

eye can make love to these Selves

and be accountable simultaneously

accountability IS making love 

to these Selves 

as allowing the truth 

to be true 

as crafting of these Selves to be true 

so eye look around these bodies 

and eye watch…

call in my attention

practice the conjure of curiosity

practice my Reverence of Selves 

practice releasing thoughts 

that eye honor for auditioning 

but may not reside 

in my Sacred Mythos of Self

in the Mythology of This Dragon

where they are non resonant 

as the space of me (re)members

eye can lean into this fear

even in all the noise

eye can make out a door 

see the edges of its portal 

push through the howling winds
 

eye earn the invitations 

into the Liminal Spaces of me

initiations reveal passage 

deeper into my Holy Grounds

spaces whose depths 

are often well out of reach

except in the raging of these storms 

and this is where the treasure lives…

the fear…

it rises from earlier conversations 

these bodies of me have had 

have needed to have 

in the layers of living this life 

in the layers of growing as this living  

patterns

cultivating 

rising 

from the Beings of me 

information as what 

eye could reach to and in 

during those new 

wet forming times 

motions as a protecting 

patterns eye honor 

eye bow to

eye thank 

with the everything 

that eye am 

because simply

without them….

eye would not be.

and eye love me…

and where it lives 

within my domain as choice 

eye choose the living 

of this life

abundantly.

without the love of these Selves 

Sacred Ring as the Council of me 

the love as our Reaching to shield me 

protect my young body 

protect the Covenant of these Selves 

the integrity of the Beings of me  

as an emergent consciousness

a Divine thread in a Holy Tapestry 

that is this earthly journey 

a Sacred Blink…

Blue Symphony 

without the depth 

as Love of Selves in motion 

a wisdom moving 

carving my way

the Sacred crafting 

of these bodies 

moment by moment 

in the living 

and at times the surviving 

saturated in and as 

a context 

we name 

we live 

as reality 

without the reverence 

of my Sacred Selves

eye… 

this Sacred Living

would not be

and over the turns 

of Sun moons and planets  

these Holy Protections 

would become nestled 

swimming in the liquid walls 

that is my personal culture 

my Holy Mythos 

my patterns 

my relationship as Selves 

my relationship as the everything

drawing from the infinite 

holy unconscious 

where these Selves have moved 

in my youthful becoming 

some motions dwelled 

within my awareness

limitless motions living well beyond it

where these Selves have moved 

deep in their work 

a journey 

as fleshy integration 

as the sentient skin of blue orb

as Divine integration 

in these  humxn constructs 

riddled in limiting 

violating violences
 

my bodies…

these beautiful bodies

they moved to protect ME.

anything short of my reverence 

is blasphemy 

Full. Stop. 

these motions of protection 

they have no face 

though sometimes they do 

its a presence 

a feel 

an echoing of walls 

sonorous in the caverns of me

resounding

within varied circumstance

where certain thoughts 

where the emotions eye feel 

where the motions of a moment 

remind me unconsciously

and this reminding 

seeks it’s dwelling to remain

just beyond the threshold 

of my awareness

of my attention 

to protect me 

without my needing 

to be present for it 

much like the physical body can heal

without my needing to will it so 

much like my heart beats… 

natural 

unboundedly beautiful

eye bring Ceremony  

for all that is me 

that conspires for my life  

for the living of it 

an unfathomable love.

and eye worship deep here

all the days 

moment by moment 

allow no pollution 

any possession 

of these sacred bodies

and in the places where 

eye meet internal conflict 

where eye become internal conflict 

where these bodies of me 

passionately move their truths

that once without any thanks 

protected me and Seek 

to do the same again 

Holy Motions nourished 

by an erotic passion 

and wisdom that now beckon 

the Sacred Eye of me 

the integrated

finely aged Whole

that has now lived 

through the many risings 

and settings of Sun
 

eye honor the potency 

The Ceremony 

of my emotional waters

and the thoughts that dance like 

sunlight on their horizon

as poetry

and eye can 

and do

commune reverently

a practice that deepens 

as the living of it 

the wisdom of the wild currents of me 

are not for me to get swept away in

they are for me to be

in sacred relationship with

the context of my right now 

is no longer what it once was 

in the moments 

that those things were 

eye slowly 

steadily 

relentlessly

cultivate 

how eye live

what has risen 

from my past experiences

it is not a magic wand

it is a committed forever practice

one that eases as it patterns itself 

the disrupting events 

where eye struggled to integrate

struggled to live 

eye can kiss those places of me 

in the right now

allow them their voice 

their reverence 

eye will choke 

no parts of me

silent

even as eye continue 

to cultivate Selves 

that move (con)sensually  

that move intentionally 

that move reverently 

eye navigate the power of emotion

the feral oceans 

as the collective of me  

eye open portal into what eye am

and eye crave to See 

everything eye can reach 

Self judgment 

always 

all ways 

an irrelevancy 

eye make love to these Selves 

that have loved on me 

so deep

so long 

so honestly 

so passionately

eye Seek to kiss and inspire 

Celebrate every place of me 

eye can touch

with an expanding  

honesty as practice 

ever learning to wield 

with deepening Presence 

the wisdom of my wilds 

as eye Seek to craft 

every motion eye take 

with intention 

as accountable 

as Whole

a practice  

a way of life

to not be 

not move as manipulation

as victim or perpetrator 

on these Selves 

on any Sacred Collective 

on Holy Blue Orb

and beyond…

eye bow in all the directions

beginning inward

and rippling into the everything…

eye am no longer new 

as earthly travel

my ancient moves... 

graciously 

gratefully 

accountable.  

these bodies have crafted 

a treasure of protections

help me navigate what is 

technologies 

rising from bones and stars 

that rest at the ready

eye am sharp blade 

and…

eye am the scent of jasmine

and eye move as eye move 

a big bodied ocean 

as an accountable 

(con)sensual 

grateful  

grace filled 

reverence 

🖤