Lindsay Kolasa

Mystic Hildegaard of Bingen’s mandala (12th Century)

“I am dreaming back my sisters
Whisper-worn footfalls on the Temple steps
Skywalkers
Storm dwellers
Heavy-breasted cauldron keepers
..Songweavers
Snake sisters
Darkmoon dancers

Labyrinth builders
Star bridgers
Fiery-eyed dragon-ryders
Wind seekers
Shape shifters
Corn daughters

Wolf women
Earth stewards
Gentle-handed womb sounders
Dream spinners
Flame keepers
Moon birthers

Come home sisters, come home”

~Marie Elena Gaspari

Beautiful Beyond Belief:  an ode to the feminine

You are beautiful beyond belief —
Your fragile free-for-all,
Your terrifyingly quick trip
Through the planetary play
We call life.

In your horror and your haste,
In your patience and your chaste,
The unfurling fingerprint spirals
Tell tales of your growth and challenges
Like minion maps
Serving your journey into being.

And, despite the logging of your laugh,
And the burning of your inner broom-riding…
Despite the chariots of empires
Saddling your sisters
And killing your children…
Despite the holographic hell
Of villages being burned to the ground…

You —
You rise form the ashes
And wade through your wounds
Polishing your pomegranate, pigmented heart
For the next life journey.

You are beautiful
And you were breathed through all of this
Just so you could say to that far-reaching phantom —
“You will not win.”

Your tribal tattoos
And stretched earlobes
Taunt the menacing grid of modernization…
Your herbal potions
And belly-dancing
Tickle the tummy of the mechanical Godzilla soul-slayer…

While soaking in hot springs you flirt with
Other dimensions
And sing songs to wild birds
That fly overhead…

You are not dead…
Your beating heart reminds you;
Your swirling orchestra imagination beckons to you —
Step into the well,
The well of remembrance

Lilies of the valley
Faint on the edge of the waterline as you soak
Bowing their white, fragrant bells
Into the water as an offering
To what you haven’t forgotten,
And what you know you must not forget.

Oh, you Bohemian bather, you —
You are beautiful.
Go ahead and clap your hands
With the clouds
And celebrate your charitable
Donation of skin from the source.

Admire the Cybele in your shoes,
Light fires to yesterday’s rubble
That would form road blocks to
Your inner wisdom.
Let it burn high enough
To lick Yahweh’s whiskers
So He knows that fear doesn’t fuel our footsteps…
Complete with no commandments
Raise high your glass of rightness —
That knowing where the wild intersection
Of inner searching, land-listening
And social morale collide to a form
A place where you can stand firm
And tall.

Eating day lily petals
As orange as the setting sun,
The fireflies begin
Their dance near
The forest’s edge.

“This is the beginning
That never ends,”
You think…

And with lotus eyes
Turned inward,
You remind yourself, again,
That anything is possible…

July 2012 — Sautee, Ga — I wrote this for all of those who are taking the steps inwardly and outwardly for a more harmonious and balanced world; may you be well, may you be protected, may you be loved