Saturday, March 30, 2013

"Starfire Kiva" Ho'oponopono

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Ho'oponopono 
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One of our words for sacred prayer in Hawaii, ho'oponopono is understood to be the practice of  forgiveness - a ritual cleansing of the spirit that brings things back into their own right order....The sacred healers or priests of our islands, kahunas,would serve as a guide to those who were in need of this kind of healing as well as performing the ceremonial ritual and prayers involved..
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"In order to heal the world around you.... you must first heal the world within you."   
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As we enter sacred space for ceremony, inipi (sweat lodge), kiva rituals, hanbleceya (vision questing/ dream questing)....there is a process of "going within" where we are entering the sacred both literally in the physical world and symbolically in the world of spirit....when we give ourselves over to the creative journey or open into the dreamtime during sleep- we are journeying within and healing the world around us by coming closer to the truth within ourselves....
To inhabit the worlds that live deep within, and  sometimes simply visiting for a period of time, requires courage,,,,acceptance.....and I think ultimately, forgiveness; of ourselves and of the world.... that we might find release from the weight of containment that our sorrows and fears bind us with. 
Real beauty has always had a component of ugliness, pieces of darkness, elements of uncontrollable chaos ....to recognize these and accept that they have a place in the order of things is to come closer to the true nature within ....too see that everything is connected, it is all related, it is all necessary.... and ultimately all things have their place in the world as well as within us.... Ultimately, the holy is woven into everything.
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 In honor of the Starfire Kiva, a place within for the healing prayers to be spoken.......
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A woman can't survive 
by her own breath
alone
she must know 
the voices of mountains
she must recognize
the forgiveness of blue sky
she must flow
with the elusive
bodies
of night winds
who will take her
into herself

look at me
i am not a separate woman
i am the continuance 
of blue sky
i am the throat
of the mountains
a night wind
who burns
with every breath
she takes
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"Fire" from the collected works ~ this poem among the ones that have been companion to  my journey - is one that echos deep in the roots of being and always brings me home.   

Sunday, March 24, 2013

"Ritual" Rito de Iniciacion

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 Cien Sonetos de Amor: XVII
From selected poems of Pablo Neruda
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 Para el con hermoso profundo fuego dentro de el
y trae el don de la curacion para mi...
For the one with beautiful deep fire within him
and who brings the gift of healing to me...
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I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that does not bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don't know any other way
to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
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....tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno
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" In the Garden of the Turquoise Serpent" En el Jardin de la Serpiente Turquesa


" Initiation" Iniciacion


Friday, March 22, 2013

"Rain Mesa"



"Element of Transcendence"


"Earth Spirit" Looks South Woman


"Emergence" Sky Garden Prayer


"Emergence" Sky Garden Prayer







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Universes of wonder surround us
…but we forget
we become so easily trapped- imprisoned
inside of the hours
that then become days….
we are haunted by spirits
that we never knew
and these ghosts lay claim
to each breath
and each dream….

…..we have all tasted that loss-
the trade of gold
rooted within us-
to somehow enter
the painted kingdom
with its imaginary tapestries and empty rooms
 the glittering costumes ,the beaded masks
always dissolving and falling away….
we are not made of illusion….
 we are made of stardust…..
and breath…
and bones…. 
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"Origin"