Wednesday, September 30, 2015

The Sound of Moonlight

A collaboration between Susan Marie & Mari McDade 
First published on Poems & Poetry  

A whisper
the caress of a gentle breeze
on the nape of your neck.

The stillness
of the breath of night,
a lone bird in the distance,
calls to me,
this song.

Running along dew-damp grass,
I search for you
singing back a song of oneness,
though not of one.

Feet bare,
emerald blades brush my skin,
adding to this chorus,
a most glorious union,
a beacon of illumination,
rumbling ground,
thousands come to heed the call.

Our tribe has gathered once again.

The fireside smoke rises,
calling tired warriors back home.

 Autumn permeates the air.

What is above is below,
what is below is beside,
what is beside is beneath,
what is beneath is inside,
what is inside is the sound of the moonlight,

like the caress of a gentle breeze

on the nape
of your neck.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Trust in the Divine

First published on Rebelle Society

Collaboration by Susan Marie and Kathy Anderson

Pregnant and solemn,
sentinel against a blue velvet backdrop,
she sheds light upon this dark Earth
in silent keep
over our weary human souls.

I gaze at her in absolute awe and mystery.

This one moment,
the moon,

Her energy draws me up
and I atone in sleepless nights
of dreaming while awake.

She is pure like fresh fallen snow,
serene and stoic.

My heart bursts,
that I am witnessing
the divine.

She is ageless and old
like the sun inside the shadows,
where I once stood and wept,
for her beauty moved me
to see such perfect grace.

Before my entrance on this plane,
she spoke to me in languages unknown to mankind.

Her silver gown trailed along grasses,
and I begged her to embrace me
like Mother to child.

Light songs emanated from my soul
and whispered
from the lips I adore her with:
the symphony
of the universal consciousness.

Amen to her children on this earthly continuum.

Like roots and limbs of trees
and leaves that sway in the breath of sweet breeze,
the songs that drift
in this most holy night
heal those attuned to her sacred touch,
stitching golden threads
soul to soul
strung as beads
in the mandala of life.

We are blessed by her woven divinity
and unconditional love.

The electrical lines buzz and hum,
static and alive.
My palms are on fire,
begging to touch her face.
 I reach my hands
towards the heavens
to give back
this gift
of healing,
 receiving new eyes to see
ears to hear,
and the illumination
of body and soul
on this majestic night of nights.

My third eye blind
and chakras blocked,
it was as if a thunderbolt
from the death of day
like phoenix

The ashes departed,
the clouds parted,
the dream catcher caught her fish
in nets of sea
surging waves
cresting upon our hearts,
washed fresh
as Spring in mid winters slumber.

I lay in wait as lover,
a gentle kiss
awakening clarity and connection.
 An insurmountable freedom
from all human weight,
my chest is light;
my breath comes slower than before.

Dear Mother Earth,
the distance from you to me
to this glorious wonder
is buzzing up and down my spine
from my sacrum to my axis.

The Earth spins
upon the tips of my fingers
and on this night,
this great golden eve,

I am awake.