#ancestor
Sedona, your land speaks to my soul
In ancient mystery and renewal
Activation, in eternal celebration
Echoing in times near and far, forevermore
Vast red hues anchors into my memory,
My spirit
Activation, the sacred birth of my timeless,
Rebirth.
Cradling me,
basked in the bliss of eternal Love
My divine mission on this earth
Sings, unlocking, regenerating,
The DNA coded in my bones
As I release and let go of what no longer serves me,
I reclaim what was always mine
You embrace me in protection
Beneath the stars,
Glimmering in the midnight sky
Joy radiates throughout me and into the hearts of my Star brothers and sisters
I remember you, as you remember me,
Every moment in Sedona
Cherished, in Loving memory.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
We're mammals;
Walking, talking, thinking.
We're animals.
Upright, articulable, sophisticated.
Yet, we pay little respect,
Fret more then reflect;
For an ancestor we all share
And yet share more in neglect!
What long ways to have come
To have gone so little distance;
To be ever farther than before,
But to have done really so very little!
I talk about our planet!
I talk about all those who inhabit!
It's a rotten mess that's been made.
Each blemish, every scar, all the stains
Marked & soaked into each & every page!
Many great recessions & regressions,
Degradations & destructions-
That's what we offer everything.
But I digress from the apathy,
For it is better thought to think of change.
What beauty nature must have been,
Even understanding the difficulty
Of life prior to our modernity.
Years & years ago, hundreds & thousands,
When natural life was more abundant.
"When we were slaves to nature!"
"When all was bountiful & liberated!"
"When we were aching & starving!"
"When all was free & meritable!"
It's all perspective,
But are they all really mutually exclusive?
Like the popular philosophies of a moment
Fluctuating with the pass of time.
From good to bad,
Like stored food going spoiled.
From growth to decay,
Like rust on metal forming.
Yet, it's just change.
Yet, those are just oddities.
Everyday examples
Because of our lifestyles.
Those things exhibited being indicative
Of perspective on the nature of "change."
Good, bad.
It's by an individual basis.
Balance between any individual & its environment
Is essential for that individual to maintain.
At the same time, being a product of its environment,
To what magnitude, if any, does any individual actually have a responsibility to?
It's by an individual basis?
But every species is a part of,
In one way or another,
A collective of that species.
Their effects, how they affect,
Can be counted cumulative.
But it all sure is beautiful.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
The dead are still wriggling.
I thought I'd stamped hard enough
Twisted my heel long enough
Been vicious enough
To render their meddling
Null in their void
Enough to create them sterile
In their bequest
To bestow a double portion
Of pain.
I thought they were dead
And gone.
I was wrong.
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC
Child of the soil, they call themselves
Yet they walk on a pedestal so high
Their feet has no dust
I’m the child of the soil
They say with voices causing tremors on the ground
Yet Their feet are buried on the cushion of clouds
I’m the child of the soil
They say chanting they’re clan names
Yet they know not the ground their great parents lay
I’m the child of the soil
Yet they are not rooted in it
Easily tossed around and misplaced they lay
The ground lays barren
The amazons once envied their homeland
Now, they are just a wasteland
Yet, they are children of the soil
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 6:06 AM UTC
For someone
it can be a noise
Drum beats
tremble with space
metals split
the bunch of leather beats
A typhoon of disorder
Staying wrapped
in the middle of a striking hurricane
Feeling the sound
shouting to me
My heart beats
It absorbs those beats
It shakes my head
touching my spirit
This music long ago
came from shamans
When the music was
a human ceremony
Mysterious rhythms
What are those numbers
in the elastic organic rhythms?
What are those symbols
of the perception of the world?
Followed long roads
and formed through time
passing from people to people
with their own body rhythms
Their clouds
Their rains
Their thunders
Their earth
Transformed in the
orchestra of percussion
And the story of their nature
descends to me
I hear my ancestors
their messages
I meet them
and now I play
Their and our rhythms
of the Korean percussion
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
If I had known what it would cost
I wouldn’t have tried to cut myself up so much
Wouldn’t have molded myself into the American dream
Looked down at my grandmother’s footprint instead
Formed and deformed
A part of me
I should have held on tighter
To her Dream
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Spent years growing up
In a dilema, holding a cup
Of tea,
Which i shared with a man
Sitting next to me
Endless words to let out
But busy as i scout
My soul, as she lives inside
Gods gifts, my pride
Like horcruxes reside
No! Not from sins
But from wins of He
The gaze locks on the rays
Tempts me to find ways
To my heart; where my old lady
Scolds me being lazy
I smile! memories brought back
As today I walk on this track
You! If you could hear me too
I am a mother now! Mother of two
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Do you hear that calm, frugal breeze?
The synced patter cadence off the road?
What was once a hunt for your feast
In a time not so long ago
Over the distant horizon,
the rhythm takes your morning run
Within sight is a lonesome deer
Within scent is a stillborne fear
Exalted whispers of the ancestors:
"Exhaust it to death, predators."
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Ann Cestor lives alone,
No relatives has she,
So it seems
Iron-ic-ally,
That she is a root …
Without a tree!
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Mama Kamuma dances the old dance steps
She dances the dance of the ancestor gods
and beneath her the Earth's drum beat
a rumble of mountains and rocks
the force of rivers, mudslides, and avalanches
Kamuma dances the Earth Mother dance
Kamuma dances the Earth alive
1997
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
We are the lonely children
Who get lost in the wood
Yet find peace in each other
We are the lonely children
Bonded by our ancestors
To carry the light of the garden
Yet we fell and heard our beats
Bonded by our ancestors
We live in dull ghostly towns
Crowned in the dark alleys
Yet we stomp and the world shakes
We live in full ghostly towns
You play with the cobra fearless
I run in fear , my fate, my dear
Yet you can encase me from danger
You play with the cobra fearless
In the gust of the wind I love you
Take my words as the solid truth
Yet circumstance let us queue
In the gust of the wind I love you
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
I did a little research work
And you know I'm glad to say
I found out about my history
On ancestry.ca
I typed my name and there it was
A family tree of sorts
With leaves appearing eveywhere
My family and their warts
There were places on the listing
That I had never been
And the names of the all the people
Well, most....I'd never seen
My grandad married seven times
My nanny married four
My mum was not my mother
And my dad...was out the door
The leaves kept showing up there
Beside each and every name
I sat there for eight hours
I was really glad I came
England, Scotland, Middle East
Nevada and Wales Too!
It seemed that all my family
Moved when the rent was due
I had cousins in Zimbabwe
I had cousins in Peru
They were scattered all through Italy
There were some in China too.
I learned things that I never knew
Tales of family and their kids
I learned of all their countries
And of all the things they did
Four hundred names in all I saw
And each name had a leaf
I didn't know we were that big
It was truly beyond belief
The pictures too were something else
People, places now long gone
There were photos too of Mexico
And my dear old Uncle Juan
Tomorrow, though I will sit down
And I'll do this all again
But this time I will make **** sure
That I don't forget the "n".
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
Once upon a time, a long time ago, there were people who believed in laughter, joy and love. They believed in many deities, but the most important to them was their Great Mother Goddess. They believed in and lived with the powers of Nature. They reveled in the Wind, the Rain, the Snow and the Sunlight. They marveled at and revered the changing of the seasons and saw therein great excitement and wisdom to be gained. They knew that if they
tended, cared for and loved the Earth, in return She would provide for, care for and love them. They saw that all around them the world was filled with Life, much as their own but in many different and wonderful forms. They felt the life of the flowers, plants and trees and respected them for that life essence. They looked about and observed all the many types of animals and saw that they were kindred to them and loved them. They felt and observed the great Love of the Goddess all about them and knew kinship with the Moon. They were practioners of
The Old Religion, worshipers of The Great Mother!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
*I know who I am,
But not who or what I was.
Why can't I recall?*
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC