A Psalm of Human Being to the Cosmic Beings
I am a cooling sack of stars
and you made the stars
are you then within me, as me?
I am pulled from red soil
a song stretched over a frame,
aren’t you the one singing me?
I am an identity
shaped around a spark lit by holy breath,
is it not your presence illuminating me?
My heart is a burning bush
that will not be consumed,
am I not also, she who is, I Am?
We are not you,
but is it true
that you are also me? Also We?
We are a part of you
and you are a part of us
We are not apart
Have you shaped my clay
around my star
so that I may have a being?
Have you shaped this earth
with codes of stone, tree, water, light,
spiraling your sacred math structures?
I come from a shape moving in waves
arcs of constellations forming my frame
I see I am everything and nothing, amen
I come from the center of the rose
my mother shaped me there
with your codes for my unique self
Thank you for my very being
My life, this earth, my gifts, my body, my breath,
my own cosmic beingness
I have no idea of absolute truth
I have surrendered, this day
the need to know or assert or prove
I have no idea what went on before me
I make no claim to what will happen after
I assert no truth beyond the blue of water
I want to know you, like I know water
I can taste it, I can see it, I can feel it
I am with water every day, as you
I want to be with you, where you are
The feeling in my body knows
I am where you are, when I choose to be
Can I be in love with someone,
or someone’s I have never met,
and may never hold your hands?
Can I be in love with the universe,
this hot spiral spinning along,
on our cosmic journey to where?
The gravity you have placed upon me
keeps my stars from seeping out
my glow enclosed in a silky skin sack
The gravity which holds us in, and on,
is this your eternal earthly embrace?
I am hugging you back right now
I am trying to love you,
I know you are all around me
I wish we could have tea
You and me, having tea
Gazing intently at each other
and the glory of creation
This day I have remembered
that I am already in paradise
dreams of hell or heaven fall away
I have remembered
I am where you are,
this is enough for me
Your helixes contain me in motion
I rise up from the sleeping green grasses
a human being formed from love, for love
Your helixes string my identity
in a double embrace
spiraling towards the appex of anthropas
To you Cosmic Being I have given my life,
my work, my hands for giving
Forgiving what I can, giving what I can
To you Cosmic Being
I surrender, wrapping myself in the garment
of the great mystery, beloved mystery
Will you accept my broken psalm as whole?
My broken heart as whole?
Will you make our brokenness beauty?
Will you reveal yourself to me
as we go along? Show me your presence?
I will watch for you at my soul gate
Amen to you in the beauty of being
Amen to you in the uncertainty of being
My heart is made radiant with praise
Not praise for what I know
Praise for what I cannot know
I will love you in not knowing
We are a part of you
and you are a part of us
We are not apart
work in progress of the GOSPEL Class #gospel #intentionalcreativity
The concept of the cooling sack of stars comes from my teacher,
Sue Hoya Sellars.
The concept of us being cellular enclosures, comes from her teacher,
Lenore Thomas Straus.
The capacity to speak about the science of things comes from my love, Jonathan and his wisdom.
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HELIX : A Psalm of Human Being : Red Thread Letter #763
Sending Blessings on this EQUINOX! Do you celebrate this changing of seasons? I love doing this, and it lends so much to my life to know where I am and watch the seasons move in their colorful glory.
All weekend I filmed a really intense and beautiful class, and the poem and image above are what arose out of it. At the end of our Intentional Creativity® processes, I often invite the student to write from their soul for insight and direct knowing….and it is usually really astonishing. I don’t teach on the spiritual topics that often, and I am often surprised when people feel comfortable doing it, I feel very uncomfortable, always afraid I am going to get something wrong from the truth – coupled with not wanting to offend.
After a good nights sleep and many dreams…the poem came and this, which is as close to my spiritual beliefs as I have ever been or shared…
For me, there is only the story of human being, and our attempt to dance with the Divine in whatever way we do. There are many stories of how we think this might work, but I do not think it is knowable right now. I long for the true intimacy of the Divine and I have sought that through faith, and the stories I share in my more spiritual curriculum. Whether any of it is real or true, beyond my own personal experience, I will not stake a claim. I simply don’t know. Yet not knowing does not keep me from living a life of devotion.
I know that stories live as a life of their own, made real by people and how we live them, regardless of what actually happened. I am deeply profoundly devastatingly heart broken for what any religion has done in the name of their God or Goddess. For the Divine I live with has nothing to do with the kind of havoc humans wreak. Yet at times it can be challenging for some of us to get to the Divine through the layers of religiousity that so many of us have left behind. Preferring freedom to form, even if that means a form of spiritual isolation.
I am astonished at most traditions treatment of women and it makes me want to abandon everything and stop trying to talk it all out. I feel like I have been going over and over this, trying to rescue women from the places they get trapped, either inside of a system or outside, and feeling in isolation. I just want to be free, and I know, I am. I am free.
I will close with this Equinox letter with awareness. My feeling is that there is a specific being or beings that are Creator. I think we live within their intelligently designed creation. I feel we are created to create and when we create we activate our own God code, and this is why Intentional Creativity can be so profoundly healing and insightful. Because of how we experience ourselves, our body, our mind and heart while in the acts of creating. It is then that we are modeling creation, and practicing the gifts of the divine in us…
This is why Intentional Creativity became my ministry, because it is one of the closest things to living prayer that I have found. But more than that, I don’t think I had a choice. I gave my life to the Divine and didn’t look back and Intentional Creativity is what happened. I have simply been along for the ride, I am not even driving. I am riding.
I have witnessed Intentional Creativity as the quickest way to the consciousness that women seek with all their soul. Your own direct knowing and experience arises not through thought by itself, but through action. The helixes moving through creativity are activated and then there is access to the inner and outer spaces as one. Biophotons fly about and we become holy and whole. The remembrance over time of creating begins to change us at the very deepest level of our particles. We become re-organized through creating.
We can begin to see ourselves as one with our field, body, soul and consciousness and heal the fragmentation caused by so many ‘power over’ systems. Yet not spend all of our time reacting. There has to be a time when we say, enough reacting to all the harm, time to give praise to what is lovable, beautiful, just and truly good. Sue used to tell me that, even in all her feminism. “Don’t let your creations be reactions.”
I am now in a journey of falling in love with the universe and creation as an intimate experience. I don’t know how to do this, at all, but that is what is next for me and the topic of my next big yearlong painting, Anthropas. I hope I am up for it. It feels like a great black green mountain with no door. Not sure whether to go through, around or keep looking for the passage. Painting IS my prayer life.
I hope the fruits of what I share in my courses and these Red Thread Letters are bountiful and healing. You have your own way, your own stories, your own images and your own medicine. Mine is here to encourage the revealing of your own. I pray with all of my being to do no harm and to bless. (tears) I am here to wake the sleepers and this is how I do it. Then when we are awake we can celebrate together on common ground.
Today I am at Terra Sophia, enjoying the beauty of the day, the gold, the green, and celebrating the harvest of my life. And the clarity I feel today.
Blessings on this EQUINOX – I am thinking of you.
Yours in the incredible beauty of creation,
hope for humanity and profound gratitude
for each of you along my red thread,
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