Ancestral Prayers

I’ve been sitting with this “child,” this poem, for several days now. I’ll tell you why: because I am going through deep regeneration and all its phases, both with a professional (yet spiritual) guide and on my own. I am cleaning house, and it’s turned out to be more of a neighborhood or a city or a whole universe within. I’ve been “working” on inner shadows for many, many years. But recently, several factors seem to be in league with my soul to hasten the release of all that no longer serves me, and the corresponding freedom, awareness, and new ways of BEing that this release provides. One, the Age of Aquarius and its correlating technological advances that connect us all on a global level with an attitude of oneness and equality; two, recent developments  and support of amazing astrological events happening at “warp” speed; and three (for now), epigenetics, which is the synthesis of science and spirituality. Epigenetics is a powerful word for that which has been known by deeply spiritual beings for millennia, but is now being proved by scientists and its healing work being developed for all of humanity.

My poetry reflects many aspects of my life, my thoughts, and my inner being. Ancestral Prayers is one that moves me; it is my form of religion, I suppose, to write poems such as these. As with all religions (including the label of “spirituality,” that is so diverse), answers are not always forthcoming, or even expected. Just to pray, just to be a poet and say what is in my heart or my soul, IS the expected result, if any exists.

Of course, I am talking about healing and yes, all of our prayers, tears, praise, songs, meditations, and creative soulwork: these are all healing vibrations stronger than any one moment of doubt or skepticism; stronger than any fear-based thought or even millions of them.

It is my hope or rather, my belief that I am being guided to share these words, for that’s what a poet does. It’s not always pretty, but I follow my intuition that says it will help others on their healing journeys as well. May you be blessed by the following:


Ancestral Prayers


I had to smudge today –
candles and sage and smoke flowing
over me inside my dreaming vision
of ancestors’ mysteries
of children lost and found
of children lost and never found

the path of ancient memories
clears within the smoke and light; I feel
the dust and scattered bones
beneath my knees bent
in grief and despair
ravens filling the air

with cries beware! beware!
of not understanding
what the gods themselves
do not understand

my thoughts pour
like rain that won’t stop
drowning out the messengers
turning dust into mud
losing prayers
like souls in the flood

I need to do something
I need to save someone
save someone
save someone

I need to save the children
like raven
who get abused and confused
whose home is a raft of bones
set adrift
from an indiscriminate shore

the parent I used to be is crying
the parent I always wanted to be
is crying
and why no one else is crying
frightens the child in me
even more…

blessed be dear raven
and all the others not yet found
who have no idea
that there is anything or anyone
beyond their world of having been

Oh, God, forgive me
for thinking
that I need to be forgiven.


(C) 2013 Lady Diane Randall


Poem Inspired by “Amazing, Tiger, Power” (Photograph from Great Gatsby Luxury)

As you can tell, I love the photograph reblogged and seen on my previous post. Now, for the poem: It was inspired by a dream a dancer had about a tiger. I love to do dream analysis because… talk about metaphors! Our minds dream in metaphors and parables. No wonder most people, even psychologists, don’t understand our dreams. I will discuss dream analysis in another post someday, as I even have a book in progress about the topic. At any rate, there are things that can be done after having an exciting or incomprehensible dream; Carl Jung called it “active imagination.” In other words, EXPRESS the dream through whatever creative means you like. This works for those who feel they have no creativity (although of course, we all do). It will help the dream to support the dreamer, because that is the sole purpose of dreaming: to shine a light on the shadows, the hidden fears, loneliness, etc. The things we will not say to ourselves. Sometimes, the dream offers solutions or shines a light on our inner power and love. With love, I introduce:

Dance of the Tiger

I watch you through the glass door pacing
and my heart begins to beat


I pant like crazy
feel your heat fill the room

your massive strength pushes at the latch
and I try with all my might
to stop you – fear grips me

as I feel the sweat
of your face close to mine, the sound
of you
creeping into my blood
through my ears

In a flash, you’re inside
showing me your teeth
your eyes
your power

As I move, you move – gliding
in a circle, drawing me in


and I’m so afraid – I can’t stop myself
from moving
can’t stop
can’t run
can’t scream

I feel my body shifting
in complete synchronicity: blood,
bone, and muscle
with fierce exhilaration

my jaws open
my eyes burn

It comes – a low and muted growl
wells within me like a burgeoning storm
until it becomes a howl so loud

it breaks the glass! and I Am
I Am the Powerful One

You, Tiger – I, Tiger
dancing, great paws stomping
our thunderous roars
the pounding beat of our hearts

Lady Diane Randall

Amazing, Tiger, Power

My (abridged) comment to Great Gatsby Luxury who posted the above picture:

What raw, perfect animal power… to take that in, to feel it – not as a sense of violence, but as an instinctual sense of survival that probably evolved into or incites a sense of righteousness in the human realm. But, as in the animal world, who is right? Who is wrong? As human “beings,” we can inhale that power, feel it coursing through our “inner body” (Eckhart Tolle), and use it to create words, photographs, paint, dance; to express all that rages within until we integrate our experience with the whole of creation. As always, synchronicity abounds; through these metaphors, and especially the poem, one may deduce that I felt dis-empowered today (partly through actions of others, partly through my illusory need of reaction/response). Tiger medicine needs no petty quips to teach what it knows. It needs no overt display of power; it is the harmonizing of fearlessness and truth, that we need only to walk with our heads held high and live the Truth of our being, which is Love. And to those who cannot or will not see it, they have their paths to walk, albeit blind, angry, and deep down inside, afraid of everything. When the tiger roars, it usually wakes them (us!) up! 

PostScript: I seem to be having quite a time posting my new comment and poem onto this page, therefore, I shall make a new post which corresponds to this photograph posted by Great Gatsby Luxury (of WordPress fame!).  Thank you.

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