INITIATION: Sacred Illness. Sacred Body. Sacred Paths.

a poem.

In this episode, we go on a short guided journey to meet an inner wise aspect of yourself. This being is not an external force, this being is a part of You, always available.

The journey is inspired by an original exercise from my studies of Psychosynthesis and the work of Piero Ferrucci. Use your pause button to take more time at moments if you need.

I hope you find this useful and return to it whenever you need support from this aspect of yourself that you meet. This wise inner aspect is always with you.

The Brother of Wind in the Minor Arcana of Tarot is a seeker, initiated by his own intense mind. If the outcome is successful, he becomes the Master.

We continue our exploration in this poem titled Toes, about a small girl exploring, or escaping, in sand dunes around her childhood home.

Cold Case

By raVen lakins

Thirty years ago

A gun flew through the

Night air

Wiped clean

The grip

Still warm

From frenzied

Discharge

Its body

Landing amongst

Innocent carousel brambles

Hidden, hidden

Like a ghost

He’s gone

Although surely

Something pierced through

Surely something

Ripped open his aorta

And led to a mother

Kneeling

Keening

Roaring

In a cold hospital atrium

As the koi flipped and swished

In its chlorinated pool

Like a ghost

He’s gone

Both perpetrator

And perpetrated

Poof

Is

It

Just

A

Dream?

Thirty years later

Still, no one’s found him

And I wonder if he’s living

A stunted, child possessed

I wonder if he holds this

Hidden, hidden

Or if he’s died

By his own hand

Never being

Truly found

Hidden, hidden

Like my deepest rage

Like my

Orphaned

Hollow

Resistant

Aorta

Like this

Heavy

Heaving

Grief

Thirty years later

It remains cold

Still no one’s found him

And the Wolfman’s

Ashes

Have gone

To the wind.

~Written for "Justice: Sisters of The Holy Pen" edited by Pamela Eakins

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