Arriving upon the sacred shores of Mama Kauai in the middle of a hot and steamy August of 2000 slowed me down…way down. The air felt heavy, oppressive, yet I deeply wanted to be here. Nonetheless, I had grown accustomed to the cool mountain air of Waimea on the Big Island of Hawaii where I had resided for 7 years. Now I was in transition; after awhile I realised that what I was feeling was more a response to my inner landscape, the inner climate, rather than the outer temperature. The truth was that Mama Kauai was requiring me to do “due diligence”… to do what was right to clear, lighten, and elevate my vibration.

I wrote this poem in response to what was emerging and as an answer to the sacred call to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.  I learned quickly that honesty with the self will clean the heart and the pain, in order for soul wisdom to shine through.                                                                                                          

                            “Decorated”

Decorated by old emotions,

An outdated style of “rustic resentment”.

Old emotions draped low,  

Cut on the bias of self-centered living.

No possibility of seeing another point of view.

Newness entered slowly

Through the muted glass.

Treasures of beauty and peace hovered patiently,

Waiting to be revealed to the parched Soul.

Will I hear You?

Will I see You as You are

See Myself Truly

While immersed in  clouds of delusions

Must I keep coming up with the same conclusion

About myself and others…When                                                                               

Seeing an honest glimpse

Through Your eyes

Can change everything?

The gentle rain softens and cleanses.  

Fluidity enters the Heart.

Sorrow is washed away, restoring clarity.

It is a  New Day

Holding a Promise of Tomorrow.  

Kauai, 2000

 

 

Awesome Tree House

Before the dawn, I lived in a sweet open-beamed 2 bedroom flat, flanked by mountains, overlooking the glorious view of Hanalei Bay and an expanse of ocean that guided the mind all the way to the ‘end of the road’ to the great mountain called Makana…God’s Gift.

I called this home a “tree house” because it was perched on the second floor up in the trees. There is something magical about having a tree, as well as mountains as neighbors. I remember my son, as a 10 year old, climbing into the bough of a great mother tree. He told me she was a female tree and  spoke to him and gave him true counsel and needed sustenance. Trees never lie, compete with you, or with each other. They never speak behind your back. As a matter of fact, trees have your back. No wonder when it comes to the history of human beings on earth, our story can be portrayed as the “Tree of Life”. More on that later!

This morning I am breathing in the life-giving essence of my friends, the trees and my supports, the mountains.

 

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