I lie down
In the grass
Allowing
The motherfather
To take me
Shake me
Break me
Make me
I belong to my own blood
And my seed
And beyond that
Only motherfather
Can claim me
Only the motherfather
Can claim me
From this earth
I am all
Serena Portal
I lie down
In the grass
Allowing
The motherfather
To take me
Shake me
Break me
Make me
I belong to my own blood
And my seed
And beyond that
Only motherfather
Can claim me
Only the motherfather
Can claim me
From this earth
I am all
I want to be
Intoxicated
By the breath of summer
Knowing the full moon
Adores me
I dance before you
Just out of reach
Can you catch me?
Can you keep up?
Perhaps
Miracles do occur.
Freedom
Like fresh air
Breathing it in
Feeling its shimmer
We love this
Because
We are this
No need to get addicted
No need to overreact
You are this.
Maybe you don’t know
Maybe you don’t feel
I feel this
For us all.
I see you
I love you
I see your sweetness
I feel your heart
I cannot unsee this.
I cannot unfeel this.
It is Here
Now
Here
Now
is always.
I know your darkness
I know your ignorance
I know your fear
I see you
I love you
Breathing into
the feeling
of grace and ease
and resting
as long as I want.
Remembering
the time between
these earthly lives
and maybe other lives
as well.
We can rest as long
as we want in between.
There is time to heal.
Time to celebrate.
Time to rejuvenate.
We are eternal BEings.
There is continuity.
We don’t ever really die.
We just change form.
So I asked God
for that experience now.
To rest fully
in my BEingness
right here
right now
in this earthly life.
The only thing
which stops us
from accessing
this level
of Grace and Ease
is our conditioning.
Release
Release
Release
There is continuity
between lives.
Amongst all Life.
There can be overlap
of the ease of Heaven
Herenow.
My soul in this body
chooses Grace and Ease
Now.
The answer is Yes.
I walked into the woods
to let go.
The sadness,
the grief,
the self judgment.
I walked and walked,
round and round,
hoping, hoping
to wear it out of me
The trees whispered
remembrances to me.
Not me remembering them.
Them remembering me.
They remembered
kindness
and love,
understanding
and passion.
“We see you,”
they said.
“We witnessed
it all.”
I did not imagine it, then?
“No.
We see you.”