Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The Storm
I will say something about heyokas and the heyoka ceremony, which seems to be very foolish, but is not so. Only those who have had visions of the thunder beings of the west can act as heyokas. They have sacred power and they share some of this with all the people, but they do it through funny actions. When a vision comes from the thunder beings of the west, it comes with terror like a thunder storm; but when the storm of vision has passed, the world is greener and happier; for wherever the truth of vision comes upon the world, it is like a rain. The world, you see, is happier after the terror of the storm. (Black Elk, 1932:192)
I stand in the eye
and see out.
I live in the heart
and know all that lives
lives for me
and so I sing
from my body
that is also a spirit
and I laugh
and I give thanks
in return for my miracles
I am a child of All that Is.
I surrender my love, my life, my will to the most high creation of Light and Truth and Power.
May all beings know themselves as Creator and may we all Create in Peace, as Peace, as Love.
Heyoka a hey0 hey-na!
ALOHA
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Heyoka
Heyoka
heyoka
no mind
makes more
than the no mind
or to find me still sitting there
where I thought
I had once stood up from
for to walk on a ways
and some days
until I stood once again
in the same circle
sitting.
I thought.
Heyoka - "he tests your beliefs to see if they're real."
So what are you holding onto as being real?
I hold onto my name.
I hold onto my house, my world, my money, my school, my stuff, my body.
I hold onto more than might be wise... we all do
but we are all lucky.
Goddess doesn't mind and the Universe is generous.
So we hold on to reality.
Heyoka he no ha ha
I laugh at you because I laugh at me.
So let go and let go of me.
Heyoka
heyoka
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Monday, July 7, 2008
Might Be
So many mirrors
that the sun had to fall
or hide;
in all this ocean
I remember
to let go
and so the sun
may rise again,
this time
with a moon
and a galaxy
with a black hole
as a heart.
it's better this way,
it's a better start.
Mirrors become magic
and moons become marked,
cyclic uncertainty
with rotating characters
and this dream
of being a Sun
stop spinning
and just looks out
to reflect on what it might mean
to be a dream
and a dreamer
and a rotating uncertainty
that is certainly centered
on something
but surely it wouldn't be me
because that might mean
I am free
to create it all
Sunday, July 6, 2008
13 Chuen
the Sun rose
& Sky froze
at the sight of the new dawn
& all that moved
made silent still
so to honor the passing night
that bore and birthed
the little Light
that now grows deeply high
with each blinking sigh
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