Undercurrent

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Even as early winter ice petrifies,
glazing what is open to outlying sovereignty,
an undercurrent flows unceasingly.

When moon is dark, geese yet adhere to flight,
their path laid out by pricks of light,
an endless artery towards journey’s end.

As my head is cradled in night’s dream
I feel your eternal breathsound within,
your whispered comfort that I am Love.

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Author’s Note:

In this Advent season as we move towards Winter Solstice and new birth of Light…
In this time of political uncertainty and fear…
In these days of lengthening darkness…

May you flow through your days, not fighting against,
but moving to the song of our Truth.

May you fly through the depths trusting
our Light will lead us on our journey.

May you be held up in the breath of our Holy One
and fill your lungs with the certainty of compassion.

Munay,
Lex

Gratitude…

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Dear friends,

This year has brought much sorrow, release, and loss. When one enters darkness, there, too is gift. One must let go and trust that Spirit is there. In darkness one can rest setting fear aside and settle in to listen. One learns much, if one simply allows the ego to sleep. This has been my year.

As I emerge into Light, I find myself standing on what is an open field. I see crumbled at my feet that box that has surrounded me most of my life. It was a protection, a safe place, a home where I didn’t have to do anything but follow the rules. As I stand here with the clouds, ocean, plaines, forests, mountains and sky as my box, I now understand that this is our gift, everyone’s. It is not just for those who follow one path. There are so many paths here, the abundance is staggering. I stand with all seeing how much our Beloved truly loves us.

Our centerpiece this year for our meal of thankfulness is an altar of gratitude. All the elements are represented.
A candle for fire.
Seashells for water.
Feather for air.
Seven rocks in the chakra colors for pachamama – the earth  – and our connection to her.
Flowers for the sweetness that bloom in the gardens we tend.
A dried leaf for death that even though our end day here will arrive, we will leave behind beauty as we lived our life to the fullest.
A sprig from olive trees in the open space brining peace to our table.
Beans in the candle holder for the abundance we are caretakers of here on earth. Hazelnuts to remind us, in the words of Julian of Norwich,
“All will be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well.
And the communal herb bundle into which our global and universal intentions will be blown into to be burned in our fire ceremony and sent heavenward.

May you all ring in peace today. Whether you are sitting around a table or standing on a field protecting our water. I give thanks to you all, for my life is better because of your love.

❤️❤️❤️
Munay,
Lex

 

In Thanksgiving…

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In the hush of early morning light,
step into this new day with a grateful heart.

Remember you are our Beloved’s gift to the world.
Don’t be afraid to share you.

There is a smile or helping hand, laughter or a wink,
a word of encouragement or a hug not released
too soon, that is needed today.

You are what love is. Release your glorious self
into this broken world to heal, even if what you tender
seems so small so as to not make a difference.

It does.

In the rush of this day, amidst piles of food, in games
won and lost, emotions bumping into attitudes,
reach inside to your gentling, where sweetness
and gratefulness are paired.

Be thankful for you, see the gift you are, only then
can we be fully grateful for one another.

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A poem from a year past.

May your day be filled with love and warmth and sweetness.
May you breathe deeply of the Beloved’s breath.
May you dance with joy for you are you.

Munay,
Lex

 

Samhain

 

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I wanted to steal the day,
roll it up tight and tie it with greed
so no one else would have it.

My desire to place it in the bottom of my bag
where dark resides with trinkets of past,
forgotten and tarnished from scraping
and jostling against one another.

I didn’t want to surrender soft fog falling across
my path haloing tree, a thin veil guise with
glistening eyes following my travel.

This day sun rose bereaved by thick grey clouds,
my face moist, not from exertion but
gentle mist kissing as I passed through her kingdom.

This day I wanted to last forever, her dense quiet,
my steps not hollow or clicking down the walk,
but a fluid drift naive to sleeping souls
behind shuttered doors or under dense bush,
along sullen stream, or within towering aspen.

My selfish heart,
slivered by that which I did not call to,
that which came without invocation,
ached to impound this treasured day,
safely kept from ruin.

Instead,
this day I stopped, not to rob
but embrace that which opened
before my eyes,
a fullness unfurled to the unknown,
a place to slow and rest,
a place to be and take with me
memory to last through eternity.

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Author’s Note:

A blessed Samhain. A holy All Saint’s Day. Feliz Dia de los Muertos.

Rose Yellow

There is a bush of rose yellow where bloom tightly binds
through first frost protected by bough of
precious crabapple and wall of brick and mortar.

The few last petals cling to stem,
thorns useless for no passerby would pluck
such ragged bud to prove one’s love.

I clear away all that presents itself boldly just for show,
to see your grip as though it’s spring awakening.

Here I am comforted by your gentleness,
emboldened by your sense of strength in your own being,
and conceive that which only you know resides within.

 

Simply…

 

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You are ordained by your creation
from our Holy Singularity,
cosmos infused with
each microscopic particle,
each microscopic particle
of You that is part of me
and you and you and you
and every…thing

Under sun’s brilliant rays,
heat warms, gives life,
we burn with passion

By moon’s radiant glow
we rest, we must rest without
fully knowing, releasing to all

With song of owl, wisdom
fills our empty space as
each sorrow is liberated

Along wolf’s path
patience learned,
faith in oneself
and strength in pack

On our bellies slide with
snake closest to Earth,
bendable, lithe to protuberance

Abreast of fox who plays in grasses
yet hears, knows one must be
aware of that which no longer serves

Crow glistens black
against crystalline blue,
we honor, hold one another deeply,
mourn our losses, never forget

Flowing with water
we make our way
silver threads encircle
Earth with life

Stand with preeminent tree,
together roots dig
into Earth entwined

And gaze above,
see our infinite selves,
stars, galaxies boundless,
yet bound to one another

We are ordained, simply by our Creation.

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Author’s Note:

Full Moon blessings.

Munay,

Lexanne