I conjure some deep and potent medicine, as the full moon rises through the back of the yard. Coyotes howl, owls who. I stare at la Luna fiercely into her crevices. Noticing every crater, every shift of shadow, she becomes so vibrant she seems unreal, like a tv picture. As the smoke curls around my body, I ask for the owl wings to cleanse me. They flap fiercely and with great power. Knocking loose the things I hold onto so tightly.
“This will initiate great change, only invite it if you’re truly ready for something difficult to fall loose. Something you’ve been clinging to in perspective, or some greater truth you have closed yourself off to. Be assured in the acceptance of this energy.” Light and open the heart flowed through the fire. Crackling and popping the flames dance like serpents, rising through the night.
The heart enchants in laughter, skinny dipping beneath the starlight. Emerging smoked, winged, dedicated, soaked, and connected to source. Every cell awoken by the tender companionship found upon this earth.
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Dozens of gulls fly out over the stormy ocean. The waves swollen and crashing. The sea green glass of their curls still appearing inviting. The raindrops fall, like blessings for the succulents. The tide pools submerge. The wind is cool and pierces the bone.
The gulls catch the current with wings spread open through the heart, widening into release. The thrill of the moment. Conjured by nature. The raindrops fall like tears from the sky. The delicate drop of each individual bead of rain across the ground brings the mind to tranquility. All energies wash to neutral.
Giving the whole earth a refresh of heart. The energy releases, and the body feels free. I am at home, riding the current. Called by a force of nature.
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I walk out the door. A rainbow crescents across the heavens. Vibrant as the golden sun highlights the gray sky. I exhale deeply. A second, slightly dimmer, rainbow appears above the first. A magical double flutter to the heart. I chase the rainbow down the sidewalk. I follow it to the gulch. Picturesquely poking out from behind the eucalyptus and palm trees. A tickling sense of love.
The electric green grass draws me in. Beneath the double rainbow. Spiraling deeper through the heart. I round the corner and my jaw drops at a sight so magnificent. I am held in rapture.
Facing the mountain, against a gray back drop, the redwoods and palms are tall through the valley. The rainbows rest in a grove of eucalyptus. Jasmine flowers sweeten the air with romance and softening. The light golden and electrifying. A slate of clouds like curtains sways across the horizon.
The cows roam free and graze. The rainbow stands directly in front of me. It’s colors fill my path—like a portal. Stretching across the gulch and dipping into the harbor.
The air grows prismatic. As I walk into the iridescent vapors which create the arcs of beauty. Red melting into orange, saturating with yellow, fusing into green, diffusing to blue, softening in purple.
I sit down—in the grove of eucalyptus. Within the opaline bathe. Seeking sacred union of body, mind, and soul. The goddess watches me, filling me with dawn. She knows the truth of my intentions. Energies are transparent. She calls me to release before I can evolve.
I begin to remove the blockages, like open heart surgery. It seems easy just to exhale with this intention, but it blows me into realms of feeling. I watch the thoughts like clouds until my body dissipates into individual atoms. Buzzing in space, bound by no matter. Like individual molecules of hydrogen, oxygen, and carbon. I am elements, with the potential to become anything.
I dissolve into red, encompassing orange, immersing in yellow, overflowing with green, submerging into blue, and plunging to purple.
I am water vapor, the mist evaporating over the mountain. Collecting in clouds, floating over the landscape. Growing dense and heavy, drops surge into a river. As mighty as the Mississippi, floating through the sky from Hawaii. A Pineapple Express pouring from the atmosphere.
I drop back to earth. Falling fast through the cool wind. Landing upon the redwoods, palm fronds, succulents, and wildflowers. I am liquid calming the earth. I am peace. The owl calls from high in the eucalyptus, “who, who, who, who, are you?”
Consciousness flickering awake. I look up to see the owls wings spread as she swoops down to a lower branch. White and fuzzy her head moves in all directions, cleansing her feathers with her beak.
A million dandelion wishes float over the mountain. A current carrying the blooms of a new moon. The owls eyes zoom in like a telescope. She is still, the seer of souls. She focuses upon a single seed pod. She sees the secret wish it holds. The burn of your throat, the gem igniting your soul.
She observes it’s soft balance upon the wind—the way it sways lyrically, as if dancing in the air. She zooms out. Her vision refocuses. That single intention is one in a stream of infinity. Dreams ready to root where ever they land. Conceiving a future aligned with love and integrity. A river of prayer floating through the atmosphere.
Growing dense, surging in love. Raining down upon the earth. Droplets fall through the sky catching light and reflecting rainbows. Nourishing our visions. The owl’s call beats from deep within the eucalyptus.
The heart has integrated her perspective. Our rhythm is synced. Every molecule of being, flutters with who. When I look inside, I can see the prismatic shimmering. I watch it continually echo through space. If the only container is our perspective, what happens if we break it?
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Originally published in Juste Milieu 5
Lilac Laced Love 