We must learn how to dive...
dive dive into the abyss, the nothingness between cells...
allowing trust to fall in...
little air dragons kissing hugs through us in their wake...
sometimes I have to put it separate.
These are deamons in me...
And they are me...
And they are asking for listening
So listen and witness
So many possible metaphors for how we learn
open ourselves
trust our lives unfolding
Ooh my appendix aches and feels
twisted and gnarled.
What has held still in my right hip
because I crushed it with
my potent unconscious claim
to keep my... power suppressed to keep me safe I guess?
I’ve watched a few exorcism attempts,
and a bit of types of deamon comes out to writhe,
as it looses power in its will to stay hidden
“Please,” the deamon seems to scream,
“convert me! save me from this grief! Understand me! or give
me a new understanding!”
A load belch comes from deep within me...
My toad belly begins to awaken
A vibrating cavity of creation and listening...
Ah it shifts long as I remember
awakening my being
The frog dream of the toad becoming the bigger toad
makes since as my inhalation of the green herb
allows my small limited skin to fall away.
These lives or these splinters of my soul, these shades of
me left
through lives having listened to twisted dancing...
stabbed in the back, abruptly
Profound gratitude for air dragons my loves
For honoring the perfection of timing, the worth of each
breath and placement of hand upon it’s receiver as you glide through and sit in
awareness between cells
And air dragons needn’t air to live,
As breathing in the universe at large is the requirement for
life flowing through,
Allow expanding into cosmic universe,
Allow contracting to squeeze out and assimilate, and expand
again.
Similar to breathing
Yet no lungs required
Lungs are an elephants idea of needing a feather to fly*
(*Dumbo the elephant reference.)
sing to deamons raising their head. Hold them and love them and maintain
your own line, as you share
a monster belches forth from my gut,
shaking windows of the small shed I rent
I swollow another bit of air,
somehow knowing it will ease the conflict in my gut...
and still my stomach is tight and I will go lay down.
This is the key for me. to be able to relax.
To be able to trust.
Rather than commerce snipers on every avenue
of media and community along our mainstream avenues
don’t try to sell us something, share who you are with us
trust you can have full integrity
and dare to be exposed
yet first
there are deamons who are looking for balance
we claim our internal dragon,
growling to the dog of us, “I am dominant here,”
as the puppies flop about weak as newborns, exploring life
in the shelter of our legs
lie down the lies
listen to our bones.
trust again.
our bones can trust to spiral free
of bindings from deamons and ancestors we harbor within
by gently listening and choosing to see
