Poetry

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Ancestor Ocean

The ocean is our ancestor. And our blood ancestors remind us that “The Great Birth of Creation” came from the waters: Waters carried from all sides of the earth. Water carried from joy, from heartbreak. Water bubbling with life—with väki, with awen. Go to the waters....

Return to Life: On Resiliency

For anyone who questions whether they’re loved, important, enough, or matter. For anyone who struggles to express themselves & their heart. I sing you back from the dark… back from the dark edge of the abyss— the unknown void, where death’s chambers have been...

Impermanence

Impermanence swells along the mouth of the river open wide stretched in surrender to ceaseless change— sediment holds to the edge like an old lover, unyielding, unwilling to let go afraid to be swallowed by rising tides after winter hibernates and ice melts along the...

ACROSS THE WIND

You come across the wind, stolen in time erased against the rhythm of the world. You defy elements: fire is your home water is your refuge earth is your cave. I don't know which way you came here, across my skin here, within my...

Winter

Winter’s on the tip of our tongues. Frost speaks (the ancient language) of ice and ...

Dance, Dance, Dance

Dance, dance, dance. Spin your ecstasy in Union. Hear the call of your heart; the drums of your feet, tapping the floor, an echo of remembrance, singing you home. Dance, dance, dance. Whirl into your cosmic body, your electric field of transmutation: Galaxies alight...

Light in the Dark

LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...

How Do You Dream at Night?

How do you dream at night? Do the stars bow to your feet? Do they kiss your honeyed-lips? I want to step inside your sky, write your name upon the moon, taste the milk in my hair, and your hands in my heart. This is how I belong to you - inside you, within you. This...

It Doesn’t Have to Be Complicated

It doesn't have to be complicated. It doesn't have to be rushed. There is a play on the wind that calls you, a hush in the moments where all is still. It waits for you: the quiet, the whisper of your heart. Simple blessings radiate the heat of your existence, the way...

I Travel Across Your Heart

I travel across your heart landing softly upon your lips an open mouth willing to savor the taste of a sunset of bare skin pulsating with fractals of some long ago "could've been" memory– swelling like the ocean's tide on the edge of possibility

Earth – Sky Tantra: A Loving Birth Story

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred self-expression

On the night you were born, Sky made love to Earth— passionate and filled with such fervor, that a rumbling, orgasmic, catalytic combustion of All Life was created. Word, Sound danced in infinite darkness until light spun through Sky’s fingers— ...

THE DAWN OF WINTER

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

The dawn of winter spreads its long light-wings to the aching meadow, illuminating Frost’s kiss —a coy remnant from last night. You think Summer’s grasses are now stoic, silent with cold: But they linger, blushing frozen white, renewed with glistening diamonds of...

I Believed In Magic…

by Rebecca Cavender | autism writings, poetry

Winter Solstice

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

Earth Story: When Earth Speaks

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

Your body is land-water-sky. You’re birthed from all three. We live within you. Salt bones Liquid light Wind pathways: We bring you home. Home to the light dance. Of water and sky and land. You are our salt. —says Earth— ©Rebeca...

Ancestor Ocean

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

Wild

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

There’s a wild in the river’s rush: crystal ice melted from hard-working glaciers, stone and dust. They’re in a hurry to meet the fjords: the howling wind welcomes them home. ©Rebeca Cavender

Winter

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

Winter’s on the tip of our tongues. Frost speaks (the ancient language) of ice and ...

When We Listened: A Wailing Song

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry

WHEN WE LISTENED A Wailing Song for George Floyd When you close your eyes to listen, what do you hear? Do you hear his name on the horizon where ocean meets sky where seagulls take flight and spread their wings like angels? Even the...

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