glare of the sunny Saturday is softened

by the golden wings of my Hawk Husband

by the deep blue Stargate of Orion that is above even the Sun

by the kindness of the Sky Grandmothers

and the welcome of my Medicine families

of the open plains and rolling hills of the bright daylight

there is a bird

she scurries along besides me through the underbrush

as I walk along the dirt path

I stop to speak of my Love for her

I offer my Blessing and receive hers

keep dropping in, and emptying out until there is nothing left

but the intimacy of the joining with the One

empty shell

the suffering structures have a right to exist

it is not mine to try to fix them, it is mine to not suffer with them

it is mine to be the Fusion of Sun and Moon

and walk with Peace and Courage down the street

almost insatiable desire to ravage you

receiving the impact of this

I soften the animal of my womanly body

the knowing of his lusting after me, that is not his Prayer

I bow at the altar of what is True

I remember my Beauty with the Music

I remember my Love with the Breath. with the pulsations of the Song,

I remember who I Am. I remember the Love that I Am

I remember the Grace that I Am

opening hidden codes of the Matri-Christic Grail lineage

I want to rush headlong over the edge of the cliff after him

or the projection of him, or the ghost of him

or the habit of my own suffering, but the Angels hold me back

I attached to him through my core wound, and it is insecure

it is suffering as it unwinds

I am split into thousands of fragments

I Pray for the help to gather myself back together

to remember my Wholeness

though I can look directly into the face of another human

and hold their hand

and I am so deeply present, tears spilling over from my eyes