be a
flower, not an arrow
be a sparkled, lavender, diamond-scaled dragon
not a bird
be a
song that bursting out
cannot be unescaped.
go in
spirals if you are exploring
not the straight-edged line of the drill
you
are not a spell
you become one
written not by the mind
but the heart
follow
the etchings of the membranes
steal the patterns of the scars
trace your fingers on the crevices
take the vibrations into your own
leap into the gentle abyss
look
not forward but around
give
yourself space for movement
arch yourself into a circle
fall back, move forward
toe,
heel
hands
splendor
rapid
time
ease into a new line
go
don't stop
eat
harried daisies
come
into this world
come
come
Tasara
stands in a midpoint of her path, ten years of witchcraft and
ten years off shamanic study. In the magickal world, she serves
as a community organizer, a teacher and a shamanic healer. She
also has been a vendor, selling beaded amulets at festivals like
Faerieworlds. As a child, Tasara played a game where she waited
for the perfect
word to come down, even if it took forever, before continuing
to write a poem. You can learn more about her practice at: http://www.northwestceremonies.com
and you can peruse her poetry, graphic art and motion graphics
at: http://www.jen.candleroot.com
