Dancing with Life

Poetry from my dome

I feel it all

the joy

Photo by Lawrence Santa

the pain

the fear

the hope

Not always able to put it into words

the intrinsic knowingness

the connection to it all

Overwhelming, and at times 

Unbelieving

But in the moments of 

Silence and self

I return

From the questions 

from the uncertainty

From the pain, doubts, and disbelief

In this space 

Void of judgment 

I know. 

I know who I am and what I am here (hear) for. I feel it all. 

I am witness and actor

In awe of it all

To take the lead, or 

Assume the role. 

In idleness, I could not see. 

In peace, I’ve become more of a warrior than I ever was when I carried someone else’s gun and marched on orders of destruction, veiled in the love of camaraderie.

I battle in love. 

I fight my own demons, and by fighting I really mean Heal, befriend, comfort and hold in grace. 

I could stomp them down, make them feel less, but they only multiply worse than before. 

Nothing can be fixed or healed with hate, 

Only love can do that. 

I take my stand besides the lovers, the healers, dancers, the poets and musicians, the star gazers, plant huggers, the mamas, and the prayer wielders. 

My shield of connection is up. 

Connection to spirit, the mother, plants and trees, 

Connected to the protection of ancestors, benevolent beings, angels guides, ancients, and wise one of the past. Guided by the winged ones who soar my prayers over the mountaintops and into that blue unknown. Shielded by plant medicine and the never ending support and compassion of the crystals who dazzle the way ahead. Encircled in the deep love of a tribe of witches, healers, soul mates, teachers and light bearers. Cloaked deepest in the most vulnerable part by the devotion and love only a mother can give. 

Put down my gun and pick up my pen. 

My fight can only be weaponized in love.