Woman Red Rock Mountain

My personal facebook page draws in wonderful posts from various groups and friends. Today, a Native American healing group invited all to prayers, beginning with the words “Red Rocks.” A comment by one respondent reminded me of my own experiences in Sedona, Arizona. As you come up the highway from Phoenix (a two-hour ride), there is a large, winding curve… and there they are, ah! Breath leaves you as you try to comprehend the beauty stretching around and beyond the curve, watching as each movement of sunlight transforms the sedimentary striations of color beyond dreaming – the glitter of goldstone, reds, pinks, oranges… all so very luminous.  

The poem below came to me after my travels, at a time when I must have dreamt or had a vision of the red rock mountains laying across the land, taking the shape of a woman laying on her side. I’ve never been back to Sedona, but she lives in my dreams, in my heart, forever… 

 

Woman Red Rock Mountain

 

I hear you call to me
beloved in me
my woman red rock mountain.

This poem cannot do justice
to the world I feel within you
to the woman that you are in me 
woman red rock mountain
my beloved mountain my love

I hear you call to me
I taste your tears in my tears
I dance the memories of our unity
when you wrapped your striations around me,
your red rock surrounding

my heart, my soul, my longing,
all my womanly ways…
and I’ve not been the same ever since.

You opened your spirit to me,
invited me into your shadows. I laid across
your mountain soul and listened
as you sang, wordless
caresses comforting me in the fires

of the ancient ones, black streaks flowing
from the smoke of your desires
down to the sedimentary lovers below. 

I hear you calling me. I hear you moan and wail
for me, your tears streaming down my face
your gentle body slowly moving against
the blackless sky, stars so bright they haunt you
while you dance your love to me.

 I hear you. I see you. 
I am coming home to you, to your shadows and desire,
to your wordless caress,
to woman red rock mountain,
beloved in me.  

I am coming home to you and it matters not
for wood and walls, for words
written for the masses.
I am coming home,
to spend my days reveling in your colors

that dance below the blackless sky 
as the sun turns from east to west, a changing mosiac
for my delight, every hour of the day.

To embrace one mote of
your desire is to breathe life itself; I have
no need of purpose. I am

liberated in your repose, enamored in your delight;
I am ecstatic in your unfoldment
as I unfold in you.

I am coming home to you and it matters not
for wood and walls, for words
written for the masses. Breathing as one with you,
my poetry echoes the wisdom of the ancients
that rises through your vibration.

I will write new songs in the soot of your fires.
I will shout from your soul, I will sing from your shadows;
praise for the gifts you gave to me
long ago in the bridal cave,
my veil of stars cascading from the sky. 

I am in the heart of a mountain,
woman red rock mountain,
and I hear you calling me,  
your red rock desire surrounding  
my heart, my soul, my longing, all my womanly ways

wrapped in your striations, your wordless caress,
my woman red rock mountain
beloved in me. 

 

 

Lady Diane Randall  
(C) 2013 

 

 

 

 

 

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Energy Gifts are of Earth Forever

Dearest Brenda,

Thank you for a beautiful post. Since my experience of ms “shifted” into a major placement in my life, my whole attitude as a lightworker/spiritual healer has had to change. This year, I feel the shift gaining momentum, and my unconscious patterns are rapidly coming to awareness for healing. I have the help of a wonderful therapist, and reading posts like yours reminds me I am one with All, and I am loved. One thing is clear: the ms has brought me to where I truly need to be: more aware of the need for healing my inner self.

So, that is the Lion’s Gate for me – like the Strength card in tarot, I am walking with the Lion who knows not of denial, fear, or shadows. I feel humbled by what I’ve been learning about myself, but, since ms itself is a humbling event, that is why I am Here, Now. I cannot live the way I used to live – a life of self-sabotage, interspersed with moments of great clarity and awareness of Love – all the while hiding the unexpressed parts of me from even myself.

With my spiritual therapist’s help, I continue to recognize – and thereby release – denial and control. I read, meditate, and write – and sometimes even dance a little! – but I do so at my own pace: one moment, one breath at a time. Thank you and blessed be!

With my spiritual therapist’s help, I continue to recognize – and thereby release – denial and control. I read, meditate, and write – and sometimes even dance a little! – but I do so at my own pace: one moment, one breath at a time.

Thank you and blessed be!

(C) 2013 Lady Diane Randall

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Summary of Brenda’s July 27, 2013 free, 15-minute, channeled “Creation Energies” show at http://www.BlogTalkRadio.com/brenda-hoffman: Thenext few days will be a self-directed, emotional global shift. Even though many will not understand their internal need to think and act in love and joy, they will experience a shift to love and joy that will be similar to their need to eat and sleep. Adults aren’t told when to eat and sleep – they just know.

The title of last week’s “Brenda’s Blog” – her free, weekly, channeled blog for  http://www.LifeTapestryCreations.com: “Letting Go of Your Final 3D Safety Net”

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Thousands of words have been written and spoken about the miracle of the next few days’ “Lion’s Gate” energy burst. Many relay that you will manifest all you wish. That…

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