enchantment as a full moon sacrament

how many moons?

how many moons?

We have come to be danced
not the pretty dance
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance,
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced
not the monkey see, monkey do dance
one, two dance like you
one two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
tearing scabs & scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance.

We have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
not the hold our breath and wallow

in the shallow end of the floor dance
but the meeting of the trinity:

the body, breath & beat dance
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
the mother may I?
yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced
where the kingdom’s collide
in the cathedral of flesh
to burn back into the light
to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
to root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced

Jewel Matheison- artist unknown

howl at the moon as a sacred ritual of belonging to the eternal labyrinth…..the miraculous humility of our grandeur invites us to pay acute attention to the flow of our life here and now…..play more…..idealize less……imagine an outrageous life…..dream into the wild…..

The difficulty in being human is that one can never be merely human. Whether we like it or not, each one of us has kinship with the divine. This kinship can remain dormant for a long time or it can find other forms of expression. Sooner or later, it will assert itself in a form that is no longer possible to ignore. The divine is one of the most intimate and unpredictable dimensions of the human heart and there is no way of foreseeing when or how it might awaken. The source of our creative longing and passion is the Divine Imagination. When we bring in the missing dimension of imagination, the perspective changes and we get a glimpse of true beauty, the glorious passion, urgency and youthfulness of god. This portal in insight always needs to be balanced against the unknown in God which remains beyond the furthest dream of the mind’s light. God created the world because God had to create. Everything that is- every tree, bird, star, stone and wave- existed first as a dream in the mind of the divine artist. Indeed, the world is the mirror of the divine imagination and to decipher the depths of the world is to gain deep insights into the heart of God. The beauty of God becomes evident in the beauty of the world. The divine imagination has infused the things of the world with secret depths. We are the ultimate participants here- the more we give ourselves to experience and strive for expression, the deeper it opens before us…..John O’Donohue

our esoteric and inexhaustible redemption….

How wild and mysterious our position as individuals to the Universe. We understand nothing; our ignorance is abysmal, the overhanging immensity staggers us, whither we go, what we do, who we are, we cannot even so much as guess. We stagger and grope. Why do we seek this lurking beauty in skies, in poems, in drawings? Ah! because there we are safe, there we neither sicken nor die. I think we fly to Beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature. We are made immortal by this kiss, by the contemplation of beauty……Ralph Waldo Emerson

6 thoughts on “enchantment as a full moon sacrament

  1. To go with Emerson here, rather we re not made immortal, we touch our sacred immortality when contemplating beauty, when forming words into poetry, when coloring a canvas, or composing the music of the spheres … In each kiss we breath the immortality of our lover …

    • all in the spirit of ‘letting go’…..into this life fully….why can that be so hard? It calls us deeply and yet somewhere we are afraid…..may our illusions fade….may we keep radiating the blue fire of each moment g.f.s…..

  2. We need wild places – beyond our reach and within our core. Whether or not we think we do, we do. Our destinities breed in wild places. We must taste grace and feel again the desire to be a part of it (one with the universe, moving at a glacier’s pace).

    Nights I sit on the porch and listen – to the singing, howling, mating commotion that is life within the beautiful dark. I am surrounded by others who have as much right to this world (who love their lives as much), but yet could care less about mine. It is when I realize fully the waste of sticking to the rules (especially when it comes to love), of surrendering my time to the latest news, or focusing on the traffic rather than the sunlight through the eastern pines.

    Of my days, what are numbered? Yet, of all, will I cling most to a moment when the rain washed leaves into my hair ~ when I slept alone at the feet of giants. Regardless the winter, in a pursuit of immortality, I’ve never noticed a chill. Your posts never cease to inspire me to not only imagine, but to venture into the unknown of my own sweet wilderness (where the brightest blooms remain). ~ Love, Bobbie

    • only the wild moment will keep us off the complacent path….to know our life in the deepest gratitude….and even when I need to relearn how to do that again and again, the full-on unknown mystery keeps me inspired….thank you for sharing your vivid moments of soul retrieval…..I can hear the rhythm of the porch swing and feel the shadows of the trees….

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