Palettal Prose: Snake Medicine

Snake medicine is with us.

We can pretend our skin is not shedding,

we can attempt to remain underground, curled up and quaking,

we can refuse to digest our life and suffer indigestion.

Or we can embrace the magic of our transmutation–

Chew on our life, swallow and savor it,

Slither out of our skin and leap out of ruts with passion,

Swirl into new experiences and dance,

Then feel the sun on our skin and dream.

-Gloria Rohlfs, 2011

Snake Medicine

Palettal Prose: Alchemist

The miracle is in               To realize a faucet               The alchemist

the capacity                      is a dispensary                      who changes

of your eyes                      of wet, braided light.           a rabid

to distinguish                   To regard                               gnashing world

an ordinary tree              your own left hand             into unstoppable

from a sun-crowned      as an astonishing feat        tender music

gently nodding                of animation.                         is none other

green cathedral.                                                                 than you.

-Natascha Bruckner, 2011


Palettal Prose: Kali Burns A Way

Orange red fire light

head ablaze over water

She ignites the bridge

that connects us till we

too burn like dying cities

or sizzling wires—No

where else to toss

the plastic and plutonium

but where we stand now

Oh Kali shooting star—

destroyer and mother

of what rises from ash

Burn Kali

Burn what is dead

Burn Burn through

the night—

-Claire Blotter

Palettal Prose: Imagine When the Wind Comes

Imagine, When the Wind Comes, Falling into the Arms of the Great Mother

blowing in the wind
Imagine the wind

ripping you from the pier

to which you’d lashed yourself

and in the arcing out

and then the terrifying drop you are embraced

 

Great arms catch you

great surety secures you

held without crushing,

fast without sticking,

whole without illusion

found more clearly

than ever you had believed yourself lost

Imagine, behold!

wind taking you

Behold with the eyes the old ones saw with

and the priestesses by the wells of Her love

 

and every singer, every poet,

every midwife, every charioteer

pounding through the gates and across the finish line,

exulting, knowing

where the beginning and the ending are

and that unspeakably and bright they are the same

Second_Wind
This is what holds you

this is that which catches you

sets your heart beating

and frees you when your time in the cage

of your bones is done

 

and welcomes you home again

and again

Here is where She lives!

Let go, lift up, pour forth!

For you are, dearly and without exception,

held.

-Jody A. Shapiro, 2007

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Palettal Prose: Soul Retrieval

Her face is darkened by the shadows of your dark blue hood

As she enters, drama with her, center stage, embodied shadow

She is beautiful like you wouldn’t imagine a shadow

Present, not chaotic or scary, real, irresistible

Like the something that left a hole

That you keep trying to fill, and she is filling

You wonder how she could fit in all this light body you’ve created

That still manages to leave you hungry

But you need her, like you need water, or breath

You watch her, captivated, owning the stage

Although she has done nothing

But she disappears, stage becomes empty

You think you’ve imagined her as the lights come on

And the show begins

It is a happy show with feel good vibes

But you feel no truth in the lines so you exit, stage left

You start to walk, alone without knowing where you are going

But wanting to figure it out

Out of habit you head toward the light

She comes from behind the corner and grabs you

Dragging you into a hole in the ground

Dirt and mud marks your dress, bugs are crawling through your hair

She is taking you deeper and deeper towards a nest

Made of everything that grows in the earth

She welcomes you in, pulling off her hood

You know her, and she feeds you, until you are full

From her own hands, filling all the empty parts of your soul

She makes medicine for the wounds you abandoned so long ago

She gently stitches them closed as she beckons frozen tears to fall

And she catches them in your hands

“These don’t belong to you” she says

And she returns your tears to the ocean

And you feel it move in your whole body

Oceanic rhythms rising and falling, rocking you to sleep, sleep child

Rest in your soul, wake in the morning and hunger no more

-Jennifer Lothrigel, 2011

Hooded Mystery Woman

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Palettal Prose: Sacred Stones

I am Shaman,

witch of old, healer

My dwelling is clean

to hold my intentions clear

I dance to fling off

the dead wood

I dance to raise the earth fire

ecstatic spin

through every cell

I crawl through tunnels

of the underworld

to find the sacred stones

gems of truth

holding steadfast

in the bones of Earth

I put them in my pouch

hang them over my heart

And when I sing to them

they open

to flood me with their Light

And when I sing to them

they love me

and guide me

through the night

-Anny Eastwood, 2001

Sacred Stones

 

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If You Want to Change the World, Love A Woman

By: Lisa Citore

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…

Man Woman Embrace

Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.

There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.

Divine Mother

Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.

Shiva Shakti

Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one

and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

Divine Feminine
If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.