Into The Arms Of The Holy

Mar 20, 2018 | Featured Listen, Poetry

Into The Arms of The Holy

Oh leaning back, leaning
all the way back,
into the arms of the Holy.

Letting go of the reigns, completely.
Letting what’s always been
taking care of it all
take care of this, too.

And when we doubt,
and when we fear,
and when we want less
and when we want more~
all this gets handed over too.

Because once we see
that all we’ve ever wanted
is truly already here?

And we are not asked to face
more than we, as Life, can bear?

And we are not asked
to release anything
that was ever ours
to begin with?

Then we can simply stop
our fight against Life,
against Death, against God,
and open even wider
to this excruciating,
humbling pain
and astounding beauty
Existence so generously includes.

We can dare to say YES
to this, all this
our Beloved
is offering to us~
not just the pleasurable,
not just the sweet,
delicious parts.

All the parts.

Letting this YES rip
our tender hearts apart,
destroying every notion
of what is acceptable,
what is want-able,
survive-able, loveable.

And as long
as we’re saying YES,
we might even wish
to say: Thank you.

Thank you Beloved
for my life that includes
my death, my suffering~
that includes the deaths
and suffering of everyone I love;
everyone and everything
in our precious, troubled world.

Thank you for this Love
to which I always return, this bow
in which I forever
tremble with reverence,
moved towards forgiveness,
awed as stillness,
surrendered in faith,
restored by truth.

Thank you Beloved.
I’m letting go
of the reigns now.
Letting you hold
all this you have always held.

I’m leaning back now,
all the way back, now
into the arms of the Holy.

More Poetry

No Results Found

The page you requested could not be found. Try refining your search, or use the navigation above to locate the post.

Facebook Comments

More Blog Posts

Navigating the Tenuous Line between Life & Death

Navigating the Tenuous Line between Life & Death

  One of the sweetest, most powerful moments during our hospital stay this past week, was right after we found out all of Arayla’s bloodwork showed enough improvement for us to get to go home. After the doctor left the room I climbed up into Arayla’s hospital bed with...

On Grieving Fully What Broke

On Grieving Fully What Broke

On Grieving Fully What Broke: Lately I’ve been feeling a deep tenderness about us humans in this world, grappling with our many losses; contemplating how we come to live in wholeness with the undeniably broken pieces of our lives? From a perspective of spiritual...

Speaking From Our Center; Claiming Our Medicine

Speaking From Our Center; Claiming Our Medicine

After we got home this afternoon from the children’s all-morning orientation at their new school, I was fully ready to ground out, clean our home, and relax. But Ezra (5) had other ideas. He wanted to go to the skatepark and work on his new tricks. I told him clearly,...

Me: A “Spiritual Sham”? Yes, Perhaps…

Me: A “Spiritual Sham”? Yes, Perhaps…

Yesterday, someone was so triggered in my presence that they called me a “spiritual sham”, and angrily claimed that they were “not the only one” to think this.

I must say it is pretty unusual at this point on my path to attract such volatile insult…. And I must confess that at first it stung my ears and my heart, and I felt defenses rise, in being someone who cares deeply about integrity, and about truth, and about embodying love with authenticity, accessibility, ruthless honesty and realness, about the courage it takes to truly walk my talk in this world.

And then, later, as I examined […]

Giving Up vs. Giving In To Life~ An Invitation

Giving Up vs. Giving In To Life~ An Invitation

I’ve been really loving lately finding the juicy aliveness inside this sacred distinction between giving up and giving in to life.

It feels to me like we get to a certain place in our growth as human souls, where we’ve been truly ripened and honed, seasoned, matured, wounded, humbled and deepened by life.

We’ve come to see that life is not what we thought it would be. Our […]

Telling Our “Medicine Story”

Telling Our “Medicine Story”

The older I get and longer I live, I notice that from my soul’s perspective the essence of my life’s learnings and lessons can be narrowed down to a sacred handful of potent life teaching moments, experiences and passages.

In the Peruvian Q’ero Shamanic tradition I was trained in, I learned to associate this soul perspective as an aspect of wisdom medicine from Hummingbird, Siwarkente, the joy bringer. Hummingbird teaches us how to engage fully with life and drink deeply of the nectar of life, learning how to receive the “nectar” even from those life experiences which caused us the greatest suffering.

I often love to invite my clients and students to share their life story with me from the perspective of their soul. How would you tell your life story from the perspective of life being a profound, exquisite and often ruthlessly true response to the very lessons and learnings you actually took birth to receive?

It can be an especially […]

“Letting Our Hair Down”: (aka: The Risk & Beauty of Bold Bigness)

“Letting Our Hair Down”: (aka: The Risk & Beauty of Bold Bigness)

I wore my cherry-red dress and shimmery gold pants to Ecstatic Dance last Sunday (dressing up for God again) and I was playfully inspired, as I have been more so lately, to bravely let down this wild mane of golden curls, and dance with my immense hair all over the place. The response was really interesting! People seemed to really like this wild-haired version.

I’ve been thinking about this idiom “Letting Your Hair Down,” since it’s been many years since I really let my long curly hair all the way down for more than a few minutes while it’s drying, or of course while sleeping. Mothering young children with small grasping fingers, needing to focus on many life tasks at once,  has naturally inspired the impulse to pull my thick curls up, back, off my face, and away.

It’s a slightly uncomfortable edge of extra “bigness” for me to allow this wild mane to just be as it is, nakedly uncaptured by a rubber band. Already 6 feet tall and statuesque, with a very large soul presence; […]

Everything Follows the True Breath of “Yes.”

Everything Follows the True Breath of “Yes.”

Everything follows the true breath of “Yes.”

There is nothing to do and nothing to be done. Only to tell the truth, generously, fearlessly, and let every moment be given. If the focus switches from “What am I getting from this life?” to “How does life want to use me in this moment?”, therein lies the hidden fruit of wholehearted surrender.

Whatever stories have surfaced within my own consciousness about why it’s still not time to fully surrender in this “Yes”, why it’s best to postpone, until I’m more healed, more perfect, more financially resourced, more articulate, more ready to receive the consequences of this “Yes”, more comfortable with exposure, these stories are a dharma bell for falling to […]

Mundane Mother/Daughter Rites of Passage

Mundane Mother/Daughter Rites of Passage

The other day Arayla (9) and I went through a mundane yet potent, mother/daughter rite of passage. We were getting ready to attend a concert, and we were all feeling inclined to wear white. I was deciding between two of my favorite white dresses, Ezra had his white button shirt, and Arayla had a beautiful lacy white dress she loves as well.

But, as tends to happen these days, there was suddenly something entirely wrong with the dress she had planned to wear. The slip that goes underneath it was missing. She was distraught: “I am NOT wearing this without a slip Mom. I’m just not.” I tried to console her: “Oh Love, I think it looks lovely without the slip, so airy and sweet?” She said firmly, frowning: “I’m not comfortable […]

No Second Thoughts ~ A Call to Fearless Generosity

No Second Thoughts ~ A Call to Fearless Generosity

The last time I was with my spiritual mother, Gangaji, physically, in person, last October, she asked me to come up on stage and share one of my poems with the many people gathered. I happily and somewhat shyly shared the poem “Sorrow’s Home.” 

Later in the meeting, circumstances unfolded such that she gave the stage to some beautiful musicians who were offering a song, and in exchange she took one of their seats, directly behind where I was sitting. After 17 years of a uniquely intimate relationship with her, I felt blessedly comfortable to lean back and blissfully lay my head in her lap. When I did, she stroked my hair tenderly […]