Heart of Courage
Often one assumes that another's journey is easy and simple; often one assumes that others 'get' it, quicker than you, that they have less challenges. But the truth is that the challenge lies within. The Holy Trickster lives within your heart, alongside the Guardians and the Mother. The Trickster is that internalised voice which has become a part of your skin, a synthesis with the throbbing of your heart and as close as your breath. The journey is an on-going one; never-ending. The Trickster will be unveiled along with Goddess Maya. Through their revelations, you Realise that it is all You and only You. You are the Sacred Heart.
My Sacred Heart
My heart sinks,
On fire,
Setting into the ocean
Flaming arrows of light
Reveals seething rage
A knife thrusting into
A quivering mass of self-hatred.
Why are you doing this?
Why do you feel?
Everything could be so perfect
Just do not feel!
I breathe in the Sun
The sweet saltiness of the sea
Receive its soothing warmth
To paint a path of golden light
Amber liquid
Searing my throat
Flowing down into my hurting self
Sewn together with love’s intent
Accept the agony of the piercing needle
Winding in and out
Attaching the bridal gown
With the silken thread
New choices
Sanctity to be restored
Free the sacred heart
Undo the silken cord
My heart belongs to All
Oh my shivering heart
Fear not to trust
The call of your Soul
Follow wherever it may lead
From darkness into the Light
He beckons
He calls
He shows the Way
Sweet surrender into the moment
Drawing ever near
Closer than the eternal heartbeat
Closer than the shiver
Under your skin
my heart
silent like a mirror
reflects the voice of its master
my heart
the silent mirror
my heart
absorbed
in the love and devotion
of its own reflection
Phantom of my Heart
Forty days and forty nights,
she roams the desert plains.
Cloaked in tatters,
wearing her garment of grief,
lost in the wilderness of her mind.
Calling out, listening for a reply,
an echo to the walls of her heart.
Following the drumbeat
set by her feet.
Enslaved by its rhythm
always onward, forward.
Until she can no more!
She surrenders, gives in to exhaustion
willpower failing her
salt tears pooling mud
her love roots into the clay
Her bleeding heart blooms red
showers of petals set alight,
thorns sprouting a trailing vine,
paradise is found.
