I think I am dreaming
when I see a face of a woman,
trapped in the ruins
of a temple
overlooking the ocean.
I see this woman
imagine her future
and then let go
of her grasp on time.
Her next choices are cleared,
reduced into an incremental moment.
Her results are a grounded
accessible next step in time.
I touch the crumbling stone ledge,
the angelic-fallings
resting on this window sill,
still here,
as a life-force-surge
imprinted by sorrow.
The woman’s essence remains
from once upon a time long before now.
Confined and ghostly-hand
printed-transparent
remnants
left for me to feel
and fold into my presence –
this woman has surpassed time
and its boundaries.
The woman’s emotions
enter and overwhelm me –
I feel her.
I feel her fear
that her soul is falling,
over a cliff edge
to be frenzied
and churned
by the milky-white waves
crashing below.
People here
tell me stories of a Goddess,
who lived in this sacred temple,
but was eventually imprisoned -
and since death
she now guards
these templed grounds.
She found absolution in isolation,
isolation in birth
and isolation in death.
Memory is a force
that goes beyond this incarnation.
Without knowing why,
I am transported back in time
to the moment my consciousness
entered my bodied fertilized egg.
I tap into the courage
awarded me at that moment
I chose birth canal exit
into the expanded community of consciousness.
Memory it is not a force that need be feared,
it communicates to me,
to recall my personal power –
the individualized original essence of me -
the afterbirth bits of my energy
I unconsciously left behind,
somewhere over the thresholds I crossed,
my energy scattered
back in time, overtime,
embedded within
the various life experiences,
of me.
My body infinitely can reflect
my sum, total, all, of my experience -
my Souls' eternity re-membered.
Empowered and strengthened,
I am carried to the ledge of my own intentions -
the precipice of my insanity.
I do not yet comprehend my decisions,
but I am required to face my fear
of my unknown choices.
The past I do not as yet fully re-member,
the future I do not as yet fully envision,
and the present I do until now fully embody.
I let go not knowing
what my results will surrender me to.
Perhaps this Mayan woman,
whose spirit
when I see a face of a woman,
trapped in the ruins
of a temple
overlooking the ocean.
I see this woman
imagine her future
and then let go
of her grasp on time.
Her next choices are cleared,
reduced into an incremental moment.
Her results are a grounded
accessible next step in time.
I touch the crumbling stone ledge,
the angelic-fallings
resting on this window sill,
still here,
as a life-force-surge
imprinted by sorrow.
The woman’s essence remains
from once upon a time long before now.
Confined and ghostly-hand
printed-transparent
remnants
left for me to feel
and fold into my presence –
this woman has surpassed time
and its boundaries.
The woman’s emotions
enter and overwhelm me –
I feel her.
I feel her fear
that her soul is falling,
over a cliff edge
to be frenzied
and churned
by the milky-white waves
crashing below.
People here
tell me stories of a Goddess,
who lived in this sacred temple,
but was eventually imprisoned -
and since death
she now guards
these templed grounds.
She found absolution in isolation,
isolation in birth
and isolation in death.
Memory is a force
that goes beyond this incarnation.
Without knowing why,
I am transported back in time
to the moment my consciousness
entered my bodied fertilized egg.
I tap into the courage
awarded me at that moment
I chose birth canal exit
into the expanded community of consciousness.
Memory it is not a force that need be feared,
it communicates to me,
to recall my personal power –
the individualized original essence of me -
the afterbirth bits of my energy
I unconsciously left behind,
somewhere over the thresholds I crossed,
my energy scattered
back in time, overtime,
embedded within
the various life experiences,
of me.
My body infinitely can reflect
my sum, total, all, of my experience -
my Souls' eternity re-membered.
Empowered and strengthened,
I am carried to the ledge of my own intentions -
the precipice of my insanity.
I do not yet comprehend my decisions,
but I am required to face my fear
of my unknown choices.
The past I do not as yet fully re-member,
the future I do not as yet fully envision,
and the present I do until now fully embody.
I let go not knowing
what my results will surrender me to.
Perhaps this Mayan woman,
whose spirit
has long since passed
from this planet,
intentionally left behind
the heart-prints of her Soul,
intentionally left behind
the heart-prints of her Soul,
to teach how to re-member,
how to use intention and desire,
to replenish passion for life,
and to integrate this power
into being fully presence now.
Since re-membering
all my experiences
from birth into present time.
how to use intention and desire,
to replenish passion for life,
and to integrate this power
into being fully presence now.
Since re-membering
all my experiences
from birth into present time.
I feel less like a concept,
and more grounded
in the reality
of my own existence.
I feel
less scattered,
shattered
and overshadowed.
and more grounded
in the reality
of my own existence.
I feel
less scattered,
shattered
and overshadowed.
I feel
the daily experience
of waking up -
the daily reincarnation
each and every morning,
each and every morning,
again and again
filling my body full of life,
filling my body full of life,
so I live, I exist
in my body more fully.
Each event
surrounding my past,
Each event
surrounding my past,
present and future -
now has cleared -
been lifted from my body,
raised by my felt experiences
now has cleared -
been lifted from my body,
raised by my felt experiences
transformed into wisdom
embodied, into a calibrated
embodied, into a calibrated
reprogramming of my sensations -
my integrated power
my integrated power
of her with me in my now,
now produces certainty -
certainty that I am,
certainty that being still
now produces certainty -
certainty that I am,
certainty that being still
creates knowingness
of all that is,
and that I exist here in now."
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime around the year 600 BC, Sappho wrote;
“You may forget
but let me tell you this:
someone in some future time
will think of us…
Although they are only breath,
words … are immortal.”
of all that is,
and that I exist here in now."
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Sometime around the year 600 BC, Sappho wrote;
“You may forget
but let me tell you this:
someone in some future time
will think of us…
Although they are only breath,
words … are immortal.”
