Dancing With Trickster

Dancing With Trickster

Trickster always comes laughing.

He sees me stumble, sees me lose it
sometimes completely lose my sense of reason,
He sees me freak out
and cry out in pain and he comes laughing.

He shows me how to learn
from those stumbling times,
how to laugh even when I am afraid,
how to be a bad ass spiritual warrior,
how to learn to not be wounded anymore,
how to sit still and listen
to this body,
this body talks
and can transform
bit by bit
and by leaps and bounds –

you choose the style
and together we can dance
and laugh with Trickster,
for He is here to help us learn.

He leads us to the dance of the Rainbow Dream Warriors.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Paradoxes

Paradoxes

To be here
and not here,
parallel universes
obvious and apparent,
for things have
gotten strange.

Yet we are still here,
and despite the strangeness
and obvious brutality
of the dying patriarchal paradigm,
we are birthing ourselves
into a new world,
for we are the children of the sun,
And no task is too mighty
for us to accomplish United.

This is why they seek to divide us,
by shade of skin,
the ways we pray,
the ways we vote,
how much money we make,
how able bodied we are,
our choice of gender and sexual identity.

So we rise up everywhere
for our freedoms,
which are naturally inherent,
as are our rights
to clean air, clean water,
unadulterated food.
And the right to not be
brutalized because of skin color
or religion,
or living in a country
filled with oil,
we rise up and demand peace!

They will try to keep us distracted
by scandal after scandal,
all while attacking the planet and
her people with a whole new
flavor of ferocity,
for they are so afraid of the
progress we have made,
they would have it all undone,
for the sake of white supremacy
the hierarchical man
with the plan
of destruction.

We are at war
yet we are also at peace,
people everywhere choosing
this path, praying, meditating,
finding we are so much
more than we ever dreamed,
and United we can make a change,
we can save this world,
but first we have to learn
to live with each other.

This is the golden key which
opens the door to the New Age.
The journey is still long and hard,
yet we are closer than ever before.
So keep shining, hold onto
and Love one another,
for it is Love that sets us free.
So things are crazy and miraculous
at the same time.
The old world is dying,
the new is being born.
Mad folk run war machines,
while magic folk embrace
shamanism, serenity, transformation.

We rise up together for every cause.
People marching in the streets,
people bringing peace,
choosing peace,
people brave enough
to bring new life
into this topsy turvy world,
we are the children of the sun.
We are the Golden ones.

Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come

The time has come
Venus winks and showers
lessons of Love and healing,
Chiron limping the wounded
warrior way, learning through
suffering, falling to fly.

All the planets line up
to lend a hand, as
humanity gathers for
our final stand.
All great tales share
this journey we are
sharing, these days
of the end of illusion,
these days of transformation,
these days of ascension.

The sun and moon lead the show,
as angels blow their trumpets
and rainbow warriors of every color,
from every corner of this world
rise up and begin to paint the
Rainbow Bridge.

This Rainbow Bridge was first
painted by warriors long lost,
who danced the Ghost Dance
connecting Heaven and Earth,
who tapped into power so raw and so real,
the terrified white cowardly soldiers
shot the dancing warriors, the mothers with
their babies, the elders and the children.

The Heavens themselves cried out as new
rivers ran red with the blood of this massacre.
Yet some dancers lived, some lived to preserve
this Lakota dance from Wounded Knee.

The time has come to heal the pain
of the wars and genocide mankind has
inflicted upon one another.
The time has come to activate
the crystal skulls.
The time has come to purify
and cleanse the waterways and rivers,
to work together building the new earth
where we see our oneness with each other,
where we plant seeds of love instead of war,
where we respect each other and all of creation,
as we join the rainbow warriors from all
four corners of this earth
in this most joyous celebration
since the dawn of time.

The celebration heralding the Age of Aquarius,
a brand new age bringing with it solutions
for all the problems plaguing humanity,
for all solutions shall be revealed.

Once we stop being so afraid of our differences,
we shall be amazed at how much more quickly
our common solutions shall be realized.

We are here. It is time. Remember to breathe, my friends.

Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

The Ending of Duality

The Ending of Duality

The ending of duality

is a now we shall all see,
for this longer now of nows
is just a small part of eternity.

A state of always was
and is and
forever ever shall be,

sometimes gasping for air,
sometimes floating seamlessly.

We’re closer now to wholeness,
than we ever been have we,
with more awakening daily
to love and truth and kindness,

for separate not are we,
no, we
are one big giant
family.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Phases Of Awakening

Phases Of Awakening

I love humanity
in all our messy phases
of awakening,

each of us
as unique
as each snowflake,

peeling off our
layers
one by one,
we can see
that we truly
are one.

Our connections
interwoven,
each thread
essential to
this tapestry
called life.

In all these phases
of awakening,
all we can do
sometimes is keep
breathing,
remembering to breathe,
following the breath
and the navel
to Nirvana –

Wherever we are
on this journey,
let’s help remind each
other to breathe.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Look Deep Inside

Look Deep Inside


To look deep inside
with no need to hide,
takes courage.

To face blocks and fears,
release so many tears,
requires surrender.

And here we are,
on the cusp of eclipse,
in the midst of Shift,
we are awakening.

So we remove our masks,
as in the Light we bask,
we are luminous.

And we return to Love,
which flows in from above,
we are compassionate,
we are open,
so very open.

We are so very blessed.
Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Time Stretched Into Eternity


Time Stretched Into Eternity

We sat alone all together,
stripped of family, home and liberty
forgotten by so many,
I think they threw away the key
as Time stretched into Eternity
there at the CCDC.

Cleveland County Detention Center
Cold metal, concrete, cold air.
The night they brought me there,
I prayed to God to let me die.
But the ladies put their arms around me,
brought me tissues for my tears.
These women became my new family,
there at the CCDC.

Bright orange scrub sets
of jail clothes we were given.
Old grey scratchy woolen blankets,
such a place I’d never lived in.
Like cattle we were driven
for the food that we were given
as Time stretched into Eternity
there at the CCDC.

The main source of our misery
was that we’d been stripped
of all we held dear.
So many of us had a need to mother,
so we turned to one another,
We listened to each other’s stories,
so many stories to tell.
It stopped feeling so much like hell,
and as our prayer circle did grow
each of us began to glow
there at the CCDC.

To help ease the cold and misery
I began yoga every day.
It made the ladies laugh with glee
at the ways I would bend and stretch
and soon they asked me to show them the way
and the yoga class grew and grew
and we began to feel brand new
during my 97 days
there at the CCDC.

Twelve long years have passed
by so quickly since that time
and I am doing well,
but I know that there in CCDC
somebody’s mother, daughter, sister
is spending yet another day.
There has got to be another way
for the sisters in a world set apart –
each has a story which can break the heart
as Time is still stretching into Eternity
there at the CCDC.

Oh, the freedom of living in the land of trees after 97 days of living in the underground concrete forest was beyond bliss. My friends took me in and comforted me, gave me shelter, had collected my most precious belongings and sent me love and light while I was locked up, gave me hugs and a joyous reunion concert at our favorite local dive. The last song, dedicated to me, was called “Gotta get my baby out of jail” and one of my best friends twirled me around the dance floor and another dear friend picked me up in his arms afterwards and set me on the standing bar. It was our favorite hippie band and so many friends were there, buying me shots and spanking me playfully. After all that time locked up I decided to go out and drink for a few times to celebrate my freedom, but since I hadn’t smoked pot for 97 days, I didn’t partake at all before pleading into Drug Court since I figured it would be easier to go through the diversion program I was scheduled to plead into within sixty days of my release if I just simply abstained. And I was right. Two years and four months i was in that program, and I was on pins and needles the whole time. First there was all the shame for what I had done – selling pot while living close to a school and being the mother of so many kids – my youngest only ages 8 and 5 – was so irresponsible and made the whole community consider me a dangerous person. I didn’t see myself that way – I was so naive. Didn’t think of helping some friends find herb as a bad or dangerous thing, although I was aware it was illegal, I was raised in the counter culture – and all my parents’ friends smoked pot with them. It was their favorite pastime. It was only when they got drunk that things ever went awry, so I thought it was alcohol that was bad, not pot.

And now, thirteen years later, things are definitely changing, but not in the state I live in. Someday I will write a memoir of those 97 days which is much more detailed than this poem. I am thankful to my poetry teacher for getting me to reach inside and personalize it more.

Oh, and please forgive me. And now my daughter is in prison for her problems with addiction to hard drugs, but at least she is in the treatment plan of the place, and it is minimum security. Please forgive me for revealing this. But one thing I would like to emphasize is that both my daughter and I are good people. I got treatment for my problem, and she is getting treatment for hers. I just wish there was treatment available for those without the proper insurance which didn’t have to be so harsh and punitive. Because I am still recovering from the PTSD of the SWAT team that broke down my front door thirteen years ago. I spent years and years making up for my transgressions. Paid thousands and thousands of dollars, went to hundreds of meetings, classes, court every week, was drug tested every week up to three times a week and never failed.

Oh, and when I first began my blog I was in pain management for all the issues with my spine and fibromyalgia. I am happy to say that two weeks after my ovaries were removed I titrated myself off of that pain medication and I am off of them now!!!!!

I consider 2016 a year of tremendous change and it definitely was a year of purification, just like Kaypacha predicted it would be. Thank you all for following my blog, I love you all so much.

May 2017 bring you all many blessings of love, peace, prosperity and good health.

Om namaha shivaya. Rainbow Blessings of Love and Light.