Tuesday, December 4, 2018



M I S S I O N    2 0 1 9



Initiation Stations Direct

You masterfully dropped us into a witches brew
The eye of yet another storm
We smelt it in the wind
as it whistled and whispered your secrets

We know how to tread water
Float
Swim in more than just circles
Untouched
by
your
caustic
cauldron
even as you consistently stoked the coals
nurtured the violet flames
We dipped and dived below the surface
Flew and sang
as we sped through seasons
multiple universes
eclipses
retrogrades
alignments
that birthed
galaxies
dying stars
pulsating portals
new moons
and solstices
We traversed and transcended
inner and outer worlds
that refined us
into
a
healing
elixir
an
essence
a
remedy
an
avatar
a
nothing
an
everything

while we attentively followed the news

We have now been reminded of how to move quickly
Foxtrot
Ramba
Green Mambas on the move
rattling through cages
We
shed
skins
while
we cooked
dressed
drove
and
danced

We met walls
and climbed them before breakfast
We crossed rivers
Swam seas
Drowned in stagnant puddles
and died multiple deaths
in traffic jams
deserts
trenches
shopping malls
 mountain tops
museums
and banks
We baked in naked suns
in
s w o l l e n
s
i
l
e
n
c
e
s

We learned how to let life breathe us in new ways

In a million aftermaths
In the shade
Under trees
In forests
Under waterfalls
On highways
 In high rises

We learned how to let life breathe us in new ways

There is another hill to climb
Or is it a mountain?
A plateau?
A black hole?

......Something......

I smell the wind changing again
I
see
 a
smile
that knows how to laugh
has been humbled
can be silent
Hope   b r e a t h e s   through me
I
now
hold
keys
for doors
I
did
not
know
existed.

Thursday, January 25, 2018

Water Invocation




I am a water bearer
submerged in my element
Cool oceans cascade and ripple through my veins
and seep out through my pores
saturating 
my
parched
cracked
dusty
earth

I am a full blown and alive body of liquid
Swollen 
with
rip tides
undercurrents
whirlpools
waterfalls
and
tidal waves

am 
moist
 with 
the 
memory 
of 
monsoon 
downpours
and
spring
surges
of
misty
mountain
downpours

while somewhere
howling
wind
driven
sheets
of
pelting
rain
kiss skin and rooftops
with
electric
icy
shock waves

I love the vast sound of your grace

Your tributaries
that 
traverse
ancient pathways
split 
into
immense
webs
of
pure
life force
that
trickle
gush
ramble
spout
and
plummet
deep into my pools

You drench me in the sweetest nectar.



Friday, December 1, 2017

Wake Up!



December 1. Aids Remembrance Day. I remember my daughters father who died of Aids. I remember the journey, the isolation, the fear, the strength, the stretching beyond what I knew possible and the new territory I found myself in on a daily basis. I can never forget the quiet, profound, powerfully indescribable miracles. The immense vulnerability, the unknown, the endless void. The awakening.

This little poem I wrote in 2003. There were horrendous fear based myths being whispered in shadows and dark corners. Little girls were being violated. People were being ostracised, attacked, murdered. Fear was running wild.

I say little poem because it only captures the very tip of a colossal iceberg. It is a performance poem and works better performed and not read. I got to perform it at the opening of woman's parliament in Cape Town with a poetry and performance collective I was part of, I can't remember the year.
Amakwirikwiri is a derogatory term used here that refers to foreigners from our neighbouring African countries.

Wake Up!

This is not
a black
white
gay
amakwirikwiri
lesbian
disease

This is not
an uneducated
misinformed
poor
rural
young prostitute
because you did it on your knees disease

WAKE UP!

There is no cure through violating and raping
the pure
the virgin
the little girl next door
A big man like you
what the hell were you thinking
we'd love to think you feel
and know
more

WAKE UP!

Yes of course you can work with
love
and hug
care for
and help
use the same mug
eat from the same plate
without dooming your fate

WAKE UP!

Stop pretending it's not there
get tested
tell the lovers you've had
whoevers been under
on
in your bed
this is the moment now
to get it in your head

WAKE UP!

What about the infected babies
the children
their silent voices
silent pain
Just because we don't see them
does not mean they do not have a name

WAKE UP!

This is our disease
From Knysna to Nepal
Cape Flats to Cairo
Durban to Dubai

From the boring to the bizaar
it's got us all covered
it affects us all

Look in the mirror
Face the facts
The seeds of change begin with that face staring back

It's urgent
it's dire
It's desperate
Take stock

You are the only one
who can make the choice
to
wake
up.


2003







Thursday, November 2, 2017

Oh Woman! R i s e


Oh woman

Call yourself back

From your isolation
from those stagnant trenches
arrid deserts
hollow caves
and claustrophobic shadow lands
that
speak
behind
rustling
leaves
and
backs

Sing the soulful sinew back onto your bones

Drum
and
stamp
the
tattered
scattered
pieces of yourself
back together
Those parts
that were politely ripped from your hands
and heart
while you smiled
 and 
e n d l e s s l y
poured
out
more
than
you
had
to
give

Start

Even if in silence
rocking alone
in the dark

Start

In whispers

It is time to inhabit
the luminosity of this skin
This vast wise container that is you

They will never know who you are
if you do not stand firmly
in these thighs
breasts
and feet
that speak stirring stories
of naked truth
that rattle
tightly bound
one track
minds
and suffocated hearts

If you do not
they will force feed you with lies
spin
you
in
circles
fill you
with a million stories that are not real
 attempt to shatter your vast spaces
that know not of confinement
or constriction
and only know
the wisdom every cell in your body speaks
every nuance
every pulsation
vibration
ripple
pulse
and twitch

They will tell you you are crazy
insane
mad
That you imagine the mystery of your heart
They will interrogate you
demand answers
why's and how's

as you lie tied to their crosses

You echo answers
explanations
apologies
in their dark airless torture chambers

while the landscape of your heart
you have walked
path by path
track by track
barefoot
blindfolded
naked
in the dark
over
and
over
again

warns you

not
to
betray
it's
timeless
wisdom
that
surpasses
words
and
bounds

Oh woman

Divine feminine beauty in all your shapes and forms

It is time to R
                         I
                            S
                                E

We need to call ourselves back
into the centre of our skins
We need to inhabit this profound territory
shine through the thick tangible veils
in the absolute
T R U T H
of who we are
and what we know without words.

There will be no further annhilation on these grounds.
No
further.
2 October 2017



Monday, January 16, 2017

L o v e Is E v e r y t h i n g












When I wrote these words...they just flowed through me, teaching me as they were born.




l o v e   i s   e v e r y t h i n g:



Love is everything can be a well intentioned, beautifully, intricately woven, safe, protective cloak. Equalizing, neutralizing, sanitizing everything and everyone in a gentle, kind, pinkish green, tinged in gold, purple haze. Watering down loves most exquisitely pure elixir into a sprinkle, a spray, a breeze.


Wearing this love is everything cloak you circle the sacred fire. You feel the heat of the flames.  You feel the warmth, glow and sparks and spread a logical love with both feet on the ground from a safe, sweet and kind distance, with a twinkle in your eyes, a smile on your lips and the gentle light of love in your heart.


 With this love is everything cloak you do not risk stepping into a sacred groundless fire to succumb to the purifying burn of loves purest nectar.  You do not risk standing in the blaze of this scorching volcanic pool.  In this sacred fire you are willingly naked, vulnerable, exposed.  In this fire you cannot avoid seeing yourself in the mirror of the other.  The mirror of your soul.  In this fire you stand in the presence of your wounds, your shadow, your power, your weakness, your demons.


 In this fire we pulse, crack, rock, sweat, twist, strip and burn into bliss.  Truly burn into bliss.  We are humbled, kneaded, wholed, transformed.


 The heat of this fire is not for everyone.


 In these flames we live in complete fullness, complete truth.  Stepping into this fire you risk being fully seen, fully and unimaginably deeply loved, every crevice, canyon and black hole of you.


When and if you are ever ready to leave your cloaks, clothes, skin and swords at the temple door and kneel, only then is love truly and purely everything. It is then that you allow this fire of love to initiate you.


Love is you, you are love. 


This intimate, conscious love with another is the eye of a needle that is a doorway into the unseen, unknown realms, a threshold into a pulsating infinite cosmic force.  Yes, then love is everything.


This pure and potent love from the sacred fire pit is what heals.  This love is the love that heals you, your neighbour, your friends, your enemies, strangers, humanity, the world, all the planets and the entire universe and beyond. Once you have stepped into this sacred fire, love is everything becomes a sword of blazing blue truth.  This love burns with a purity from deep within and ignites trillions of fires, one star, one atom, one cell, one universe at a time; to create this one pulse, this one breath, that is your breath, that is mine.


The risk of allowing another to deeply, soulfully and purely matter to us allows us to live and vibrate love is everything in its purest most potent form.  From out of these burnt ashes all and everything is possible, something exquisitely new can emerge.


If you are not ready for these flames do keep your beautifully woven cloak on and continue circling the sacred fire, spreading your version of love with both feet firmly on the ground.



13 Feb 2016

Sunday, December 25, 2016