chicken eggs repair the body

tears for letting go of creative potential

tears for letting go of fertilized human egg

long grey carton with a yellow label, free range

I reach for dark sweet chocolate to fill my mouth

I reach for the Angels of the Tree of Life

I know I must offer it all up and become the vessel

Vase of Compassion

I invite the Golden Buffalo to press against my back, my backbone

it is so firm it nearly bowls me over, but I press back

Divine Feminine rhythmic respirations of Life Force

until my midline relaxes, and my wings unfold…

I dare to say

I will live a life in deep alignment and I am succulent in it

even though my sister says nobody likes their job

I walk in my body of rainbow light where the fertile red spring

of the goddess mates with the white waters of the seminal god

the black jaguar lays himself upon me, his red spotted mate

pressed against the stone altar of Love.

I am blessed by his weight, which pierces the blister around my heart and I am bleeding bleeding into the Earth.

I am the sacrifice, made sacred, but not martyr

I let the shadow parts emerge from the darkness

and speak their Truth into my heart

I hold them close against me as they squirm in their discomfort

I breathe into their hair as we ride the red canoe

into deep slumber in the Fire of the Central Sun

and the inky blackness of the Heart of the Octopus

different parts of self, scattered across the winds

his parts, my parts, I go with the Grandmothers

with my Medicine husband and my Protectors

we gather these parts back together into Wholeness, into Holiness

the Holiness that I was before the split, the Holiness that I Am

the darkness in the underworld is simply unawareness

we travel through the red death,

we find the light, we bring the light

we keep our eyes open, and we seek solace,

the luminous ones of the underground halls of Amenti

where the Seven sit, Ascended Masters,

the deep blue light of the Father

the deep blue ocean of love of the Mother

we travel through the underworld as the red death

to light the trail through death

we nectar up to nourish the energy body

for this journey through the underworld

to light the trail through death

he transitioned early in the morning, mid-week

the beloved of my friend

cancer of the tongue, but he went quickly at the end

probably stroke or heart attack

face of Maha Samadhi of bliss

we never know, and I weep

my own beloved in this dimension and others, off again

I cannot waste a precious moment being other than the Love

honoring the life of Kem Stone