R & R IN LONDON 2014

Journey

I can engrave rain.

I engrave rain.

Whishhhhhhh!

She arrives out of the darkness from a temple made of mist and smoke to bring this perfect gift.

Ancestral stones on fire are revealed. There is a scent.

With allies of the Vast and wild I commune.

Fanged rainbow serpent Deities gaze at me from a rolling stream.

Ephemeral species appear and vanish through vivid waving colors.

I pulsate with emotion.

I am Inside the heart of The Jade One dreaming forth the wild Light of the cosmos.
On her vine dressed fingertips I sit.

I engrave rain.

Sparks of divinities lift out of electric water as hummingbird wings flutter solar laughter.

Plants sing. I sing. We sing.

There is a flash of thunder inside the transparencies.
There is intense voltage spreading across rose quartz bones.

There are altars made of music.

There is nothing at all.

Breathing, mumbling, I see a long way in and return  as fast my blink.

I forgive and I am forgiven.

I stand up.

Ayahuasca ignites a primal dance through my astonished body as I stomp my feet with ankle rattles.

A caress made of jaguar spots brushes the Ceremonial evening.

Ouwhaya- ouwhaya-ya.

Fire. Water. Air. Earth. Space.
Each one weaves and twists in and out of each other, enlivened, they summon radiant ethers that give the Open Night its voice: Such a delicate healing.

We praise  the earth with offerings made of flowers, songs, palo santo, sage, drumbeats, and reeds.

We enter
a spontaneously rising  Temple from an immaculate mind, and,
exit through the Ancestral Night Sun. Exalted.

I engrave rain to declare we are but secrets of elements in luminous play.
At least this Ritual Night.

primitive lucidities. primitive lucidities.

So, I shake beauty on with the seeds inside my rattle.
I give myself over
to the bright iridescence of strange
flowers undulating down along my face, chest, down through my pelvis, flowers that touch earth and rise up again through my subtle body pass the hollow of my skull to starry galaxies.