Monday, December 29, 2014

Red Solar Serpent/ Red Cosmic Earth - Rhythmic Lizard Moon of Equality, Day 17





Quetzalcoatl, Plumed Serpent.  Codex Telleriano-Remensis.



What Is Good

Out of the water call
my luminous breath,
into the bird, intending serpent, red,
who shakes himself, white,
out of that forest body, black.

Red gourd head spirit of the bush,
your breath is speech;
your speech is ordinary, pure.
I take you from the blue
glass of my sacred windows,
I ring you cold upon my father’s weights.

I would cook and save you
in my body’s house alone, light
you in the useless prism of my own desires.
I hold you in the yellow
parchment of my soul’s hand.
Once I took your body for the shape
of all I walked upon, your god’s voice
for the second of all my light.
But now I count my sins against
the ordinary syntax of my days.

Bird of the hard wood,
I would transcend the dog
and fox of my father’s prayers,
the corn, the monkey, lion and the seed
cut crudely by the cross in gold,
the black figures of a Christian death.

Bird, so you would change,
and flutter in my mother’s eyes.
And in my mother’s eyes
still bodies have rhythms of their own.
The light of dead hearts, my governors,
leads my body to a stillness.
I speak of stillness, and you see
I still grip your rhythm to my body.

Rhythm of my shade, an elephant skin.
Rhythm of my hat, the llama’s hair.
Rhythm of my coat, the cactus’ beard.
Rhythm of my trousers, silkworm web.
Rhythm of my shoes, pig hips.
Rhythm of my seat, the heart of a tree.
Rhythm of my hands in the beads.
Rhythm of my hands in the cleansing water,
of my eye in the perfect form of stillness,
the perfect light of my mother’s ecstasy.

Composed, I am saved
by my mother’s reason,
my neighbors’ needs,
my will to go beyond the stillness
of my gods’ dreams.
Luminous breath,
teach me compassion for this
my complex body.


Jay Wright



CHICCHAN


Kin 165: Red Solar Serpent


I pulse in order to survive
Realizing instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the solar tone of intention
I am guided by the power of birth
I am a galactic activation portal
Enter me.


Obstructions are self-created impediments of the mind; if it seems as if something is stopping you, step back and shift focus.*


*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.










Ajna Chakra


   










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