Love Will Find You

Love Will Find You

Love will find you,

yes, find you and

remind you of the

sweetest things this

life has to offer.

The delicacy of

lingering kisses,

the warmth of

heartfelt embraces,

the comfort of

spooning,

the gratification

of stimulating

conversations,

lasting long into the night,

starting early Sunday mornings,

love will find you.

Love will sneak

up on you,

catch you off guard,

leave you breathless,

knees shaking,

heart pounding,

soul singing “Yes”

as each beautiful

moment unfolds

into itself,

healing all wounds,

dissolving all pain,

Love, the great healer,

will find you at last.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

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Better Days

Better Days


Those days of punishment
and confinement
over now,
I died a thousand times,
and still am here,
heart filled with gratitude,
heart filled with song,
clearing spaces,
new space,
new heart,
new me.

In that time of dying,
lessons learned,
tools given,
tools of healing
and forgiveness,
led me through
the labyrinth,

And out of the primordial goo,
these wings, these wings,
they grew, they grew.

Some cannot recognize me now,
so used to my caterpillar days,
so used to my wounded warrior ways,
that these wings, these wings,
they cannot see these wings.

Perhaps their rainbow iridescent hues
are too brilliant
to see through
caterpillar eyes.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

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

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