The Fire Pit
(This poem synchronizes with studying and healing the first chakra.)
I awaken sitting in a fire pit of red flame,
grounding and connecting me to Gaia and Pele,
goddesses of Earth and Fire.
May this flame burn all resentment,
fear, anger and grief that no longer serve me.
May I receive grace, connected to the Mother
who feeds, breathes, loves, and heals me.
May my body, emotions, mind and soul fill
with this consuming, destroying, creating,
regenerating life-force fire.
And may my heart's passion join and rekindle
my inner resurrection flame as I step forth renewed
to serve Thee in light and truth this day.
Twisted
(This poem depicts the need to ground to the Earth, another First Year skill that is perfected throughout the three years of school.)
Every muscle surrounding my spine, neck, and rib cage
aches today, partially the result of yoga intensive,
But really my body's screaming resistance.
So twisted is my frame from falls, positioning and
definding my heart's ache,
allowing me to partially leave this Earth
thinking safety lies away,
Feet no longer grounded into the Earth
carrying these misbeliefs so long that my bones no
longer straighten:
hips tilted, ribs twisted, left shoulder raised,
head and neck ajar.
May I release, Dear God, the conscious and unconscious
memories locked and torqued within me.
May the deep fear, anger, and grief wash and lift from
these bones, ligaments, tendons, and cells.
May the acid, poison, and toxins wash clean on the
breath's journey home.
May I rest and heal in the rainbow and golden light of
Thy Grace, untorqued, untwisted, at peace, renewed.
The Warrior's Requiem
(This poem is about wounding of the heart — the warrior or psychopath.)
Many lifetimes, including this,
I've stood in warrior pose, defending truth as seen in
that moment–
sometimes rising victoriously, sometimes falling
wounded and bleeding,
sometimes dying a hero, sometimes dying a foe.
All based upon duality–
truth vs. lies, my God vs. yours, my right vs. your wrong.
Attack sometimes direct with swords, muskets or other
weapons of death.
Other times verbally based, but no less destructive
than weapons of destruction.
And, more than I ever wanted to see, further attack
from those using darkness, to main and harm.
I set intention this day to stop duality in my life by
cutting and unhooking from karma.
I align only with Creator's Light by sealing my
body–physical, and subtle–360 degrees with golden,
violet, white light.
I take responsibility to stop all volleys sent forth
by me and ask:
Mother, Father, Shekinah, Christ, please enfold me in
armor of protection.
May this shield of faith take me to Your throne as I
serve you as healer and teacher of light.
I am honored to go forth yet another day in unity,
peace, mercy, adoration, and love.
Blind
(This poem shines light when developing the sixth chakra or inner sight.)
Dear God,
Why am I so blind to my inner light?
How many times must I look outward,
trusting a friend / co-worker / healer's suggestion
rather than looking within to my inner knowing and truth?
When I rely on my heart and soul's messages,
life flows, me radiant and at peace.
Yet, when I turn outward for answers,
fatigue, doubt, deception reign.
May I learn to beware false prophets.
Instead, may I listen to the still, small voice within
guiding, loving, filling, healing and teaching me
on the flow of the pathway home–
the inward light and
sound of God.