The Grandmothers tell us

Grandmothers tell us
That there are infinite possibilities around us
That surround us
With choice.
A choir in all one voice
A great revolving
Evolving medicine wheel
That you can feel
Moving within all
Kaleidoscopal Visions.
And there are divisions
Between each reality base
Membranes held in place
By beliefs and attitude.
No longitude or latitude
But space infinitely alive
With awareness.

The grandmothers tell us
That our intentions can shift us
From one cell they lift us
To another, good or bad
Like frogs on the lily pads
The lotus leaves are gateways
Rising from the mud they show
Us the uncharted waters below.
And we flow with our senses
Build up defenses
And try to gain control
Of our realities
Forcing banalities
And sleepwalking upon ourselves
No one delves
Into the Gap far enough
To ever find love Again.
We’re scared stiff to move from here
There’s too much fear
Of flying, Or dying, Again.

The grandmothers tell us
That there is always a moment
When the sharp pain in your heart could be
The heart attack striking and this would be
Your last day, your turn
Or it could just be heart burn.
A moment when the call in the night
Was a wrong number called
Or the police involved
In an accident with your son
And no one
Can turn it back once you’ve gone
To the wrong reality.
You just got to stumble your way back out
And do not ever doubt
Your ability
To spin reality, around.

The Grandmothers tell us
We are here to flip realities
Take our light out of the bad ones
The sad ones
Where horror grows fat on the feast
Sign of the beast
Devouring light.
And it’s a fight
To get your light
Out of there
And back where
It belongs. We all have to make a bridge
It’s a privilege
To do so
To help show
A way back home.
Because you see it’s this way
Those places only stay
When we feed them our fear or our shame
And when we use blame
To escape it, it backfires
And all desires
Are extinguished forever
In that never
Ending hell of despair.
So be aware
That what you’re doing there
Is getting you out
And never doubt
Your way back in.
The Grandmothers tell us
We are light weavers weaving
Molecular patterns by believing
That we can.:

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

Oh, this means so many things to me, your words are full of wisdom and depth...the words that I felt most deeply, as if a message written directly for me, were:
"No one delves
Into the Gap far enough
To ever find love Again.
We’re scared stiff to move from here
There’s too much fear
Of flying, Or dying, Again."

It is time to face the fear, to dive deeper than ever before.

Thank you for sharing your words.

[Emily B]

it is pure pleasure to read your words

glad to have found you here