Initiation Stations Direct

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Initiation Stations Direct

Life masterfully drops us into a witches brew
The eye of yet another storm
I smelt it in the wind
as it whistled and whispered secrets

We know how to tread water
Float
Swim in more than just circles
Untouched
by the contents of
caustic
cauldrons
even as coals were consistently stoked 
Violet flames invoked
We dip and dive below the surface
Fly and sing
as we speed through seasons
multiple universes
eclipses
retrogrades
alignments
that birth
galaxies
dying stars
pulsating portals
new moons
and solstices
We traverse and transcend
inner and outer worlds
that unrelentingly refine us
into
a
healing
elixir
an
essence
a
remedy
an
avatar
a
nothing
an
everything
ash

mud

stardust

We are reminded how to move quickly

Foxtrot
Ramba
Green mambas on the move
rattling through cages
We
shed
skins
while
we cook
dress
drive
and
dance

We meet walls
and climb them before breakfast
We cross rivers
Swim seas
Drown in stagnant puddles
and die multiple deaths
in traffic jams
deserts
trenches
shopping malls
mountain tops
museums
and banks

We bake naked in the sun
in
s w o l l e n
s
i
l
e
n
c
e

We learn 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 learn 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

The doors for the keys I am holding

do not not exist. Yet.

Patience learns to become me

I

become

patience.

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

I 

am 

moist

 with 

the 

memory 

of 

monsoon 

downpours

and

misty

mountain

dew

Somewhere

howling

wind

drives

sheets

of

pelting

rain

onto

skin and rooftops

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.