Containing a Tide

Change is inevitable.

Just saying those three words is enough to shift anyone from their stance and core. But that it existential reality. If you exist, you will not only experience change; you are change. Many people don't realize that they are the very thing they fear.

I won't detail how many times my life has dramatically swirled so that I'm on the ground feeling like I have to start over again. But that's the best way to forge a blade. Break down particles in the heat of desire, mold it to your will. Cool things down; inspect your progress. Break it down again. Keep molding. Keep cooling. Feed the flames with the bellows of hope.

This is tedious work. But this work of building, breaking down, and rebuilding is the work of Nature, and the work of us all, the work that is us all. It is our death and rebirth as humans, as beings of life and Spirit.

If I could keep just one of my tools of the forge, it would be to retain the consciousness that is held in my breath. I can lose desire, I can lose faith, I can lose integrity. But I will always strive to hold conscious breathe, because not too long afterwards, all those aforementioned will be mine again. I can lose my sense of self, my identity. But if I can hold onto this moment in space for just a little bit longer, I know I have made a monumental breakthrough which can not only help me but help all existence. A big responsibility held in each of us, in all our actuality that is us, I know. But that is our Great Work. Again: change is inevitable, that is reality, and if you exist, you are a thread upon that web of change. Your breath is both the silk that holds the web together and the spaces in between.

Corpuscle's Partition

Pull
Push
A beckon,
a shove
Such desire for the need to be washed
by your salty liquid

Core Dust

     Often, when our work gets difficult to the point where procession is no longer undergoing, basics can be a dear friend.

     I've fallen off my horse, the gallop having come to an immediate stop after a bad breakup four months ago. But now, the fires are rekindled, the bellows breathing, and the waters cool and clean once more. The fourge is once again up and running!


     Many times, we overlook the basics. We think, "But that's easy work. Anyone can do that. Show me the advanced stuff! Show me that pretzel yoga move! Teach me how to cast spells to turn my life around here and now! Tell me the secret to not thinking anything at all while meditating! Tell me the occult secrets!"

Half a Jewel's Twirl

Love.

Dove above.

A treasure trove.

A shift, this incessant move.

Walk.

The Cycle of Great Work

      We are all set out to do work in this world. Whatever work we do, whether it is healing work, building work, physical work, inspirational work, ecstatic work, or any work otherwise or inclusively . . . though this work may be for others, the work we do for community is inherently for ourselves. This sounds selfish at first. I pray you dig deeper and swim within the pool of cooled meaning to my statement. As humans, we are thinkers. As thinkers, we walk out into the world and find as may ways in which we can identify ourselves with the surrounding  world. (Thus was born the poetic artistry of personification!) And in striving to identify ourselves through our surroundings, the work we fall upon doing somehow is

Raining Shards Inflamed

I am angry. I am enraged. Life force fills me in the guise of action. Heated, I am. Inflamed I break down matter, that new life may be born from the ashes.

But what's this? I have no guidance! Where is my center of being? Where is my still point? Where am I in this space and what I am doing?


If only I had asked those questions before chaos ensued in my kitchen.

Heart-Diving, or Fishing for Desire

     "Water Shows the Hidden Heart" by Irish Singer Enya is a gorgeous song with ravishingly haunting words that move me. Even more, the name of the song moves me. Water shows the hidden heart.
     On the surface, water reflects our hearts. Many Witches use the surface of water for scrying and other forms of divining as a means to gaze upon past and future, asking for dreams to be revealed, or for the

power of All-That-Is to show the heart-deep Witch their true love. And then we take the plunge. Plunging the surface, we dive into ourselves, swimming in our own souls, our own divinities, and the emotions which lead us to it.
     As a 20 year old man, I face a time in my life where I am honoured to ask myself, What do I really want? As a Witch, I can no longer ignore this question. This is my path now. I was warned about becoming more myself. And yet this is the deepest human desire of all the race of humans. And why the warning, you may be asking? A warning was ensured because once you swim towards your desire, there is no swimming back upstream, even with all the wisdom of a salmon. Or perhaps the wisdom of the salmon is to go against our overculture and swim up your own passion-made stream.