Blue Eagle Mandala

Graceful Yellow Human 10/12 - 24, Mandalas, Mandalas '19, White Castle, White Castle 2019

Blue Self-Existing Eagle 10.15.19

I do not know other than within me something stirs,
A mixing of grandmothers and mothers
Around me, a shield of women (and men as well)
Holding spoons going round and round
Chanting some young some ancient song,
As old as mountains and dusty golden sand
Glinting leaves where treefolk in the middle step out,
All bidding me walk, gather, and create upon ground,
On a rock near a body
Of water where fish swim,
Sun dappled and holy,
Inhale light through soles and head
From near and far flung places in the stars
Where pink haired meteors streak across the sky
A shower of Light light light delight
Inhale this deep directly held in the heart
Body light body light rivers flow through
Recalibrating frequencies-
I am energy, light energy, resonating love into and through
The rocks, crevices, pulsing purpose by way of flowers,
Leaves, seeds, stalks, everything purposed to love
Consecrated in an ancient way-
Though I do not know words to ceremonial ritual
Just this simple stepping out when stirred by ancient songs
Pulsing through and from my heart
Visions of all the beautiful vibrating possibilities
They’ll guide me toward shaping
Through doors opened by treefolk
Leading to blessed endings and bright beginnings.

Claiming Wheel

Mandalas, Mandalas '19, Red Castle, Red Castle 2019, Steady Blue Hand 8/8 - 20

White Galactic Wizard 8-15-19 Full Aquarian Moon Leonid Sun

In the name of all that is joyous to the heart,
Gladdening to the eye, and is kindling to the belly,
In the name of all that stokes courage,
Fuels passion, and promotes dreaming,

Even though we may get lost
By the stars in the cosmos we find our way,

Returning from deep inky realms
Where horses run untethered,
Frothing at the mouth, kicking meteors through darkness
Beneath their hooves

Returning from shadows where though we jump
At the slightest rustle hearts pounding,
We open our mouths and call help from the gut
Sound reverberating in our throats then roaring out

Yes, we find our way

Though we didn’t convince our mothers
If they came, when they did,
To see beyond shapes on a wall

Though we didn’t convince our mothers
If they listened, when they did,
To dream their way through dark places that scared them

Though we didn’t open their eyes for them
Not knowing then
That only they could open their eyes
And still can should they choose

We know to ask our children when they call
What did you see? while we hold them close
Listening to the strange tales they tell
Without interruption,

And when they ask
Did you see it too?
We share our own tales while they hold their breath
Eyes wide gleaming roundly into darkness,

And when they ask
What did you do?
We tell them
Why I hitched a ride on the back of a shooting star
Behind Baba Yaga’s cauldron
Somersaulting through the skies until I fell
Into a circle of soft flowers that showed me
How to find my way back home

Then they snuggle and say
We’re glad you found your way home
Before they fall asleep

In the name of all that is precious and necessary to life,
Fortifies the heart, and encourages open wings to soar,
In the name of all that delights the eye,
Flows through the belly, and rises up as song

May we remember that treasure means different things to each of us,
Yet may we respect our differences without giving up what we treasure within

May we remember that to be considerate is to listen, inwardly and outwardly
May we have the courage to listen with integrity to ourselves and others

May we remember to give our children space
To dream, stumble, wander, get lost, and find their way

May we remember that they are ours to embrace
Not to hold by means of a noose

May we claim for ourselves joy, passion, and courageous dreaming,
May we reclaim what treasures were lost and release all else with gratitude
May we claim for ourselves curiousity, wonder, and songs that delight
May we reclaim our place in the cosmos, amongst meteors, horses, lions, and flowers
May we claim for ourselves allowance, consideration, and permission
May we reclaim excitement, adventure, and new stories
May we claim for ourselves what we need to grow with flourish
May we reclaim our voices, all of them
May we claim for ourselves respect, dignity, and grace
May we reclaim our ability to say yes and no

May we remember to feed ourselves, fuel ourselves, nourish and nurture ourselves
In the smallest of ways that matter deep within with compassionate tenderness
That in living, in being alive, we serve others whole life and harmony
Generously

In the name of all that is
It is so, and so it is!