JuicyLoveMagic

treewomyn

"the writer is the tree," she says. "nourishing, pollinating, spreading word of truth. i honor the writer simply for being. deep rooted/connected to the fire of the earth. the writer is the transformer, bringing up soiled nourishment for the world to share. each word a fruit. each story a seed planted. treewomyn you are indeed."

"what do you want?"

"i want what is mine. i want this here moment. i want the perfection that is. i want nothing and everything, simply because it is all the same. what do you want?"

"i want courage and clarity. i want to live as love in expression. i want to be in partnership with someone who is also living as love. i want the unlimited and unbound sweetness of pure joy."

she gives me courage and treewomyn, yin/yang sides of a slick, silver stone now resting in my pocket. i am reminded that my feet are planted firmly in the ground, my branched arms are always receiving sunlight from on high. i now see that courage is the willingess to be all that i am. courage is the willingness to surrender to the work, the balance, the beauty. there is no hunger past simple willingess. once surrender occurs, providence takes over.

"there is only this journey. there is only your truth. all else is illusion. all else is fantasy."

...we continue the dance, picking up the conversation exactly where it last ended. new languages. same breath. new bodies. same path...we become undressed in the truth that simply is. and for this i am most grateful.

posted by Phoenix @ 8:40 AM