Last Week Past

Last week past.
Full moon waxing and waning.
Stay.
Be.
Walk at the beach. Ocean waves and misty sirens blending in early morning. Experiences of sisterhood by the ocean.
Went many miles to see you, the thread of actions is confirmed.
Here we are.

Sorrow building up for the ongoing  divorce.
Seamless sangha born out of the unknown.

Resting together in silence and sensually tasting the food
- without any blossoming red on our cheeks.
We are alive, we are free and theres a hell of a road ahead!

My Buddha!
Sense the fingertips yearning to touch and feel that parade of bones underneath the cold skin. She has past over to the other shore, the raft is broken, the beautiful vase is no more.

Standing in the midst of fire, burning flesh screaming ghosts.
No More! Will we take another slander. 

No more will we walk the hall of fear.
We are one in breath and one out. 

Dying together giving birth to it all.

Maria can you hear me?
Mother of the victors we love you through rain and shine.
Peace, peace, peace.