Feeling the mycelium beneath my feet A woven tapestry of nurturance A vast cooperation of life in Oneness Feeling the giant maple whisper her rooted story to her beloveds for as One We thrive in the net-work of living Feeling the air skim my flesh in the Invisible gift of each breath offered Clarity of purpose uninterrupted Feeling the tears rise for the spilling A salty sea of remembrance to be shed For All that need to grieve in surrender Feeling this vastness of Connection Of how I am all that and none of it. The Earth of me The Heart of me The Breath of me The Bright Spirit of me Feeling it all to know it All Being it all to live it all Breathing it all in for the sake Of Knowing the Deep gift of this simple Truth copyright. jeanne adwani
Category Archives: CREATOR, DESTROYER, PRESERVER
A stone settled in my throat
from the long ago of
when children were seen
Not to be heard
Sitting around the Thanksgiving
table of abundance and belly full
All the voices to be heard took
the air out of the room.
We found our breath
in the light of the Kitchen
Away from the weight of those fortune tellers
That had no relevance to our playground
of untapped dreams and magic.
We were the reflection of family tales
in the assured right to story us
into what they would never be
How the should of us got should on.
The stone became a river pebble
as years came in to self awakening,
in the wandering and the wondering
of where truth will flow and be shared
The myth of who should be what
And who should be where in the familial
continuum container of untruths
spoken out loud in deep disregard.
The old story came slow to dissolve
into the intent of self-resolve.
The claiming proclamation of .
I am not that clown you gave me
I am not that honest girl you said I was
I am not that nice nor am I that good
I am not that silenced voice of your making
I am a voice rising in my fullness.
I am All that I am and you can not should me.
The stone is a clear crystal amplification
of Sovereignty in the Queendom of myself
The illuminated voice of chanting in union with Love
and the proclamation of fearless intent to Be heard
in the complex ease and hard softness of claiming
all and every word needed to be said
in the when-ever-they-need saying.
I amplify in the Stillness of All that I am
I roar the voice of Kali Ma on behalf of my lineage
I wear the Muse as I inspire and play
I cradle in tenderness your surrender
I am a crystal clear voice of paradox
Sacred in all my Creative forms
I am she Who Speaks her truth Out Loud.
I am The One Heart.