deep shadow parts are just made 

of images, feelings, impulses, perception and ancient karmic habits 

the manifestation of separation consciousness in form

the Prayer is inherent in the suffering 

in the unmet needs and shadow parts 

the Prayer is the way forward, new moon birthing, new life

chicken eggs repair the body 

tears for letting go of creative potential 

tears for letting go of fertilized human egg 

long grey carton with a yellow label, free range

I reach for dark sweet chocolate to fill my mouth 

I reach for the Angels of the Tree of Life 

I know I must offer it all up and become the vessel 

Vase of Compassion 

I invite the Golden Buffalo to press against my back, my backbone 

it is so firm it nearly bowls me over, but I press back 

Divine Feminine rhythmic respirations of Life Force 

until my midline relaxes, and my wings unfold… 

I dare to say 

I will live a life in deep alignment and I am succulent in it  

even though my sister says nobody likes their job

I walk in my body of rainbow light where the fertile red spring 

of the goddess mates with the white waters of the seminal god 

the black jaguar lays himself upon me, his red spotted mate 

pressed against the stone altar of Love. 

I am blessed by his weight, which pierces the blister around my heart and I am bleeding bleeding into the Earth. 

I am the sacrifice, made sacred, but not martyr 

I let the shadow parts emerge from the darkness 

and speak their Truth into my heart 

I hold them close against me as they squirm in their discomfort 

I breathe into their hair as we ride the red canoe 

into deep slumber in the Fire of the Central Sun 

and the inky blackness of the Heart of the Octopus

different parts of self, scattered across the winds 

his parts, my parts, I go with the Grandmothers 

with my Medicine husband and my Protectors

we gather these parts back together into Wholeness, into Holiness 

the Holiness that I was before the split, the Holiness that I Am

the darkness in the underworld is simply unawareness 

we travel through the red death,

we find the light, we bring the light 

we keep our eyes open, and we seek solace, 

the luminous ones of the underground halls of Amenti 

where the Seven sit, Ascended Masters, 

the deep blue light of the Father  

the deep blue ocean of love of the Mother 

we travel through the underworld as the red death  

to light the trail through death

we nectar up to nourish the energy body

for this journey through the underworld 

to light the trail through death

he transitioned early in the morning, mid-week

the beloved of my friend

cancer of the tongue, but he went quickly at the end

probably stroke or heart attack

face of Maha Samadhi of bliss

we never know, and I weep

my own beloved in this dimension and others, off again

I cannot waste a precious moment being other than the Love

honoring the life of Kem Stone

the rhythmic respirations of the lovemaking become prostrations 

offering offering offering it all up