Is it ‘Un Holy’ Poem (explicit Pluto channel)

Exposed for all to see
Truth cracks me open like an egg
The yoke of my heart ablaze
I am burning, burning, burning……..

Would it be ‘un holy’ to desire
Would it be ‘un holy’ to want to fuck?
Would it be ‘un holy’ to feel my skin standing up-
As if pleading for more of a delectable taste or touch…
Would it be ‘un holy’ to want to experience and explore in this world?
Would it be ‘un holy’ to actually live the life I wish to live?
Would it be ‘un holy’ to embody my desires, be truly aware of them?
Rather than to pretend they don’t exist and shove them back down again
This world can be so dry, so ‘pure’ in it’s piles of cowardice excrement
That the truth gets masked over
Gets watered down.
Get’s diluted so as to not shock, or alarm others,
To stay as a ‘good girl’.
To not ‘rock the boat’.
When truth rises to the surface, and it will….
When it detects the putrid stench of hiding
This is a time for raw, honest truth- or else it is in vain
And we fall back asleep again with a thousand woes.
To accept and surrender to who we really are,
What we really want,
Or to go on that path of finding out just what that is-
Without influence or conditioning placed upon us
Is perhaps the easiest translation of the ancient wisdom
Left for self realisation to know thyself intimately
And claim all parts left hidden in the shadows or underworld.

Featured sculpture by Goran Josic

The Courage to Enter Deep Spiritual Love (poem)

Oh, touch my heart, deeper, and deeper still….

Take me to the unknown, whisper truths in my ear

Take my hand, join me intimately, be ‘here’ completely

May I have courage to enter the unknown-

From formless to form and back again,

Immersed so deeply so that I may not be able to

Detect the delectable delights of the form

From the permeating energy of the formless.

Both, balanced, simultaneously-

Poised in the moment, and the moment proceeds

For hours and days- loving, processing and being….

Beyond the mind, yet including the mind

Excluding nothing… Accepting all of me

Rebirthed into myself over and over again

The joy, the grief, the knowing, the exploration,

The passion, the pain, the bliss, the love-

The ALL.

Oh, courage do not fail me.

I’ll be there…. in the unknown,

Basking, glowing, growing, breathing, rhythmically moving

To my own song…

 

Art by Kateryna Kovarzh

Written by Elise Heyward

Inner Flame Connecting All

The flame burns so brightly within her

Her body open, supple and conduit to both worlds

Caught for a gorgeous moment in the huge, open dark space

Where ions of time exists between her gentle, deep breath-

Nourishing herself and All around her-

Connecting All

She travels through civilisations- with her thirst for truth unquenched

Healing those who are unaware by simply embodying her natural essence

She is beyond words, belonging to no one but herself and the divine

No matter the challenge, she feels her inner flame, constant, burning.

Sacred keeper of the soul journey, nurturing protector of the inner flame

Gorgeous Priestess of all that is sacred.

Rise within us All.

 

 

The Time of the Priestesses

The Time of the Priestesses

Searing hot truth spreading like lava through her body. She refuses to squeeze into that which She once did. She knows deeply within She restricted Herself, restricted truth….No more! No more…. She cannot satiate the desires that lay deep within, once dormant now thrashing, and rising and circulating- all while tying herself to how things were before. No more… NO MORE is this acceptable to her, or to those She loves. She is set free in the alignment of the energy She can live by, and with. In the great inhale and exhale of life, She feels this truth burning within and coming out- burning everything in her life to ashes..…

Here in this chaos, in these ashes She is her own lover, husband, wife, mother, father, child. She is beyond all of this- She is bloody well UNDEFINABLE. She is beyond. Just beyond… She is passion, grace, water, fire, earth, air…. She is beauty, power, kindness, body, spirit, divinity…. Beyond all ridiculous human constraints and constructs. No… no more… She is realising her ability to bring change, to bring connection, to bring power, to bring love, to bring vulnerability, in a world that lays parched of these things, a world slowly opening and desiring the lubrication of connection and love, of a new way..… This is not a war or a battle this is a new vow she lives by, this is a new love to unite with. This is a sacred dance of union. This is the sacred dance of merging above and below. This is the opening to be a conduit of the energy and to the daily life She leads. She will not stop loving. Her faith cannot be altered. Lubricating the driest, harshest of hearts in her sacred light, transmitting divinity that even She has no knowledge of. Aiding the transformation of the collective as She devotes her time in silent surrender, in muddied sweaty skin, in the radiating free sexuality of her body, in the grace of her truth, in the teaching of her children, in the home, city, state, country and world she lives in… She is here- the bloodied, muddied, sweaty, passionate, gritty, loving, light filled, connected divine Priestess. And She isn’t going to stop.

To all of the Priestesses out there- keep going. I feel you.

Sacred Union For Radical Change

On my knees- heart open and spinning, tears in my eyes
Feeling so much….

I ask the energy I feel within and surrounding me:-
How can I serve from this place?
When all I have are my eyes, my hands, my voice, my body…
Something has to change!
I feel this is beyond me…
I surrender……

Infuse me with your grace….
Let me serve from this place.

So my ego cannot fathom the work that comes of our unity

Oh, let me surrender to this.

Let me birth this into the world…

Let me be humbled and reminded of my power in service

Let me serve from the highest place, from the deepest space of wisdom

Let divinity flow through and remove me from this:
Let my eyes be the eyes of divinity…..
Let my voice be the voice of divinity…
Let my hands be the hands of divinity….
Let my body be the body of divine love and grace….

I surrender this over. I open my channel- may you swirl your ancient wisdom

I ask for the courage to stand in truth.
Courage to Act on the inner knowings that tell me to ‘let go’.
Courage to allow sacredness to move how it wishes.
Courage to trust, stay open, supple and loving,
And serve from this place.  

For to stay in this world witnessing the lack of sacredness
And NOT step out of the way for the divine to flow through
Deeply hurts and is not living in my own truth-

To create space for a wave of radical change….

Author: Elise Heyward
Artist: Brenda Burke