The words of a master of our time, Joseph Campbell:


When the world seems to be falling apart,
the rule is to hang on to your own bliss.

It's that life that survives.

You go to your death singing.

Almost anyone making a transition would have an experience of
shedding the old skin.

Suppose you have shed the serpent's skin, but want to leave some tagged on the end.

This is a major problem. It is an anxiety that has to do with what's back there.

You have to know enough to cut it off.

You have to know that it's hanging on: the old skin that is being peeled away gradually, bit by bit,
like taking off a bandage without pulling all the hair.







Creed to the Burning Body and the New Temples Arising


I am a pillar of ash
ready to fertilize your forest of deep wonder....

your trees sway to breathe
and breathe to sway

and what do we really have to say for ourselves?

Burn it.
Create something a new.
The ash is better than the old parchment with your Declaration.

Burn it and give it all back to the Wind,
to the Sea.

To the We.

HopeFull We Are.

Let's eat sweet bread and wine.

It has come time to hold court in our deepest Hearts.

Here Ye, Hear Ye!:

Do this and only this: Love.

And when you have mastered that.

Teach Love.

and if you never master it.

Teach Love.

Forever More.

Until Earth changes her own Name.

(new instructions will follow...listen....to the silent echo)


~satori



Sound before Song

...Sing now the breath and how it moves to sound

The open ocean of thought streaming and
the awakened dreamers remembering their
age old knowing of song--

That ribcage beating something soft and fragile,
red and wild

We protect and protect only to loosen the strings
running free footed and bare to the Earth's soil,
falling scraping and getting up the guts to go again

And here we are in circle,
And here we are in square
And the songs we sing through our
warrior bodies lilt into the air

Sing the glory
Sing the blaze
Sing the blood in our veins
Sing the apples juicy
Sing our newfound place
Sing the whispers of grace

Although we might forget to speak: Sing
Every cell within us ring

Remembering, calling in freedom
from every vibrational thing

Sing now the breath and how it moves to sound...

-satori laurel December 2007