Spirits Place Needles Along My Songlines Until I Hum.
The spirits rub the gates of my feet and shoulders, my lower back, my belly, until I open and find the wave of my breath.
Browsing Tag:
Meredith Heller
The Water Mumbled Mantra Into My Dreams. {poetry}
Children jack-knife off rock perches, lovers kiss, moms float babies downstream cradled in bright inner tubess, lap-happy dogs paddle the water.
River Spells: Part Three. {poetry}
Joy and sorrow come from the same place. They are two currents of the same river. Follow the flow of either one and you grow your capacity for the other.
River Spells: Part Two. {poetry}
Lying on the big rock at the river, singing old songs with an old friend, out of the blue I say, "I miss my dad." RIP, Dad!
River Spells: Part One. {poetry}
So many beautiful people come to the river, singing songs of gratitude in languages they learned from Native Americans, Eastern Indians, Peruvian shamans.
The Forge. {poetry}
In the forge of her will, she melted herself down in the white hot heat, the last glowing embers of survival rolled over in surrender.
Huntress of the Holy Sound. {poetry}
Come home to the river
lay your body down
give the bones
of the past and future
back to this holy ground.
Sit here by the water
listen to her song...
Sunday Dance Tribe. {poetry}
I dance over their bones
like Shiva
pulverizing their remains
until what is left
turns back into soil,
from which I resurrect myself.
Phoenix. {poetry}
Have you ever fallen lower than you thought you could bear, until you finally surrender to love again, because it is the great fire that burns in you?
Losing My Innocence. {poetry}
Unlike losing my virginity...
I lost my innocence in the desert
amongst 100,000 people,
but in a sacred temple of sharing
with one.