Temple Oracle

For many, faith is black and white.  Right and wrong.  I long to communicate my desires, my realities, my journey… and yet, how can I do that for those who can not hear? I think discussing faith like mine is like discussing complex relationships and love to someone whose heart has never been entangled, broken, […]

We are building the temple, a physical temple, an echo and mirror of the temple of the heart.  I sit in a chair over a wood floor, my bare feet sliding along the polish.  Prayer flags frame the window, curtains finally hung.  We begin the sorting process… how true is this of life I ponder?  […]

I open my walls Find the doors Beneath I breathe out Dust beneath dust Become kala Feathered Keys unlock Firebird and Peacock We untangle Glittering gold chains Become kala I open my walls Find the doors And let you in

Wrap me tight, and let this being offer all that it is. I am grateful, I am jubilant, I am yours.

You are wrinkles with wrinkles a star in each fold You are impossibly young embracing first touch You are eternally all ages Black and starry skin You arc overhead You * Once upon a time, that was a time before time, there was nothing except her.  Floating in the formless void, in a nothingness, in […]

Last night, a dance into uncertainty, through fear, walking off the edge of a cliff and soaring back through shadows. I first saw images of someone with their mouth sutured shut in my late teens, but years earlier my first boyfriend had told dirty fantasy stories to me about the concept.  It is what it […]

They are whispering again They are whispering props and objects sacred and profane whispering my name They are whispering again the things I have collected have been entrusted with to care for and love They are whispering   I am moving my worldly goods.  Bags are being packed, boxes stacked high.  My things, and the […]

I am sitting with a thing called Mystery. When we work with Mysteries, with things not published in books and magical tools not yet analyzed under the neon light of critical analysis, sometimes the reflections feel… feel core?  Feel true?  Feel. So tonight I am sitting with a thing called Mystery. Last week I went […]

Let the Dead Part Ways   I taste you wet on my skin I taste you shadowy river lapping at my mind You pass through me Over me Under me I taste you wet on my skin   You pass through me as you pass through Turkey Become Firat You pass through me as you […]

Opening Moves (learning each other’s dances)   Temple within temple I welcome you Temple within temple we cast the protections We turn We turn We spin Writhing tentacles, writhing beasts Opening under the hallowed words Welcomed under the temple’s eye   How does one reflect back Two days three nights work In words where you […]