No More Sides

No More Sides

Pick a card,
choose a side,
but don’t ever
look inside,
it’s so much better
to duck and hide
from each other.

Be afraid, be so afraid
of every difference
that you see,
look through the lens
only partially,
locally,
not globally.

Ahh but don’t you
see, that inside
we are always free,
and when we look inside
we see,
the true face of
humanity.

It’s not our differences
that matter,
but all the ways
we are the same,
one family we be,
part of Gaia’s giving tree,
we can be free.

Embracing Oneness as our path,
diversity delights us at last,
And hand in hand we stand up
collectively.

We stand up for each other,
for our planet, She is our mother,
And what we do to her,
we do to each other.

And what we do to one another,
we do to ourselves,
In La’kesh,
we are connected,
I am another you.
And I wish always
the best for you.

Deep breaths now,
the time has come to band together,
to hold our candles in the rain,
as the world has gone insane,
fighting wars,
so much pain,
but in the center there is calm,
And that calm is where we be,
powerfully connected,
And Love will set us free!

© Kamea Moonmaiden 10/2017

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The Hall Of New Beginnings

The Hall Of New Beginnings

Stuck between lifetimes
in the hall of new beginnings

this world between worlds

where infinite possibilities

stretch out
across

the imaginary boundaries
of time, space
And dimensions.

This No Time and No Space –
No-nothingness.

Unrecognized even by my kin
til their own true awakening began,
love and fear intermingled,
as my soul family
saw me for who I am

even hidden behind
that cloak of pain and scars,

for my kin had forgotten
we herald from the stars.

Planted in this dark place
to help new beginnings grow.

My children, now grown,
are my garden.

My offerings are to Spirit
in this world of magic.

Lifting the edge of the veil,
I see it has now been rent,
and know this is the time

we shall see face to face –
Oh Holy Grace.

Oh Holy Shift.

We are ascending.

Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Woody Guthrie Festival

The clear and powerful
voice of Judy Collins
singing Diamonds and Rust
met my eager ears
as my friend and I
reached the Fields of Plenty.

My heart burst open wide,
as each song played
to full beauty and perfection,
touching the hearts and souls
of all as each true note lingered
in the clear night sky.

Judy sang This Land is Your Land
in honor of the people’s hero,
champion for human rights,
Woody Guthrie, whose guitar
was a weapon against fascists.

At the campsite earth magic
hung heavy in the air,
shadows loomed large
And people shared their
secret beauty and bluegrass music
throughout the night,
as each circle of players
created perfect harmony,
magical music rose to meet
the majestic silence
of Night and Nature.

Being still inside of me,
the Sun brought my heart
with it as it rose above
the prairie, whispering
to me, “I will drive you crazy,
delight you with my beauty,
amaze you with the awakening
life in the prairie,
I may terrify you with painful nights,
but I will help you face your fears
and force those inner demons
to leave you fearlessly,
for I have you to share
my journey with.”

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Learning to Let Go

Learning to Let Go


To learn to let go
hardest lesson of all.
So stubborn,
so damn good,
but sorry,
sorry for trying
to do it all my way.

Perfection isn’t a realistic goal
to strive for.
Excellence is grand,
but to try to be perfect
may drive you mad.

“Trying is dying”
she said to me,
And I knew not
what she meant,
for I could not let go.

But now I have let go
And the Universe
rejoices at my return.

I’ve been locked
in the prison of perfectionism
for far too long,
while waiting for
my magic carpet ride
through the skies.

Now I cast off the
shackles of pain,
of insecurity,
fears of my imperfections,
and the world or madness.

Heart and mind open wide,
I finally got the chance
to be happy.

The times I was waiting for
are now.
The one I was waiting for is me.
All is well,
all is good.

Blessed be.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Colors Of My Heart

Colors Of My Heart

I live in the rainbow colors
of my heart.

I worship the sun and the moon
and all that is sacred,
whichever you choose to
call that which is Divine.

I honor both the Divine Feminine
And the Divine Masculine,
And see the synchronicity
of both emerging,
but after so many
millennia
with the scales tipped
too far, too far
from justice, the
scales must swing
in a motherly direction
before balance
can be restored.

These are the days of
the goddess rising.
Hecate, Kali, Persephone,
Demeter.

Ishtar, Innana, Nut. Freyja.
Kuan Yin, Athena, Diana,
Aphrodite, Hera, Pele.

See them dancing and blessing
the waters with love and prayer
in sacred sites everywhere.

She is rising in me and
she is rising in you.

@Kamea Moonmaiden

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