Whether he comes
on little infant of Prague feet,
or Cernunnos' crescent hooves,
or Latzo's mother's human arches
(as she carried him for 70 years),
or paws of the Lioness who totes
her cubs by the scruff of the neck,
or turtle's fin flared legs when she returns
as her mother before her and her mother
before her to lay the cosmic eggs
and watch from the great mother sea--
the scramble of life to life.

--which is love
  which is hope

especially when birth
is a strange burst or bang
with fluid, blood and feces.

We celebrate it all like a Martigras after Katrina,
where the afterbirth at first looks like the child,
smeared and blindly entering the world
to be cleansed, wrapped and cuddled,
nurtured from tumescent breasts
or sharp beaks, like the crow who fed the kitten
or the birds who delivered popovers to St. Jerome
or the male deer who protected the mateless
mother goose nesting in the cemetery urn.
In times of Miracles, he comes.
In times of Miracles, she comes
In times of Miracles, they come.

Late on a mid summer evening
I hear the faint call of the cricket
Amid a light warm wind
It quickly reaches the corners of my mind
And stirs excitement in me
Knowing that it signals the beginning
Of the end of the difficult summer season
Though many hot and humid days remain
I feel the comfort of the cricket's song
Knowing the season is on its way to winding down
A time of calming of my spirit
A time of power awakening my senses
A time of returning my life force
As the wild flowers begin to fade
And others emerge for their final showing
I love the way the center of my chest feels
To hear this sweet song and remember what it brings
To hear the symphony of the crickets
Who can lull even the most tormented of souls to sleep
Or bring an overused mind and body back into balance
Grounded.
Centered.
Alive.
....Listen.

~ Spirit Bear 7/2/11

Mary Graybeal (Spirit Bear) is a bodyworker and poet of the Spirit. Visit her blog at spiritbearpoems.blogspot.com 

Mid summer has come as it does year by year
for countless eons in timeless orbits of Earth
Sharing the Sun's ultimate power
the giver of life and the ultimate destroyer
all raging in one giant fire ball of heat
to bring us into critical cycles, sometimes ignored
but still held sacred to many
to mark the revolutions of our lives
and send ghostly coordinates into the archives
of our mind's cataloged movies into DNA
and those of our ancestral footsteps.
Dancing over fires and bursting with Love
We sang and joyously let go
let go of everything we know
to become One with the cosmic forces
which rule our deepest core being.
Now, more than ever, let us remember
how to let go
how to break free
how to take a stand for the natural order
how to undo the wrongs
and till the soil to replant the rights
in this time of shifting
from one season to the next.
Let THIS be the season
in which we have the courage
to embrace what is already inside us
what is crying for reunion
what will die without unity
what calls us into power
to celebrate the gift of the Sun's perfect timing
for us to remember
how to be One with all living things
and to be sons and daughters of the Earth
striving to once again be True Beings.
~ Spirit Bear 6/20/11

Mary Graybeal (Spirit Bear) is a bodyworker and poet of the Spirit. Visit her blog at spiritbearpoems.blogspot.com