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Musings of an Awakening Spirit

Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.

Dakini No More


A Lion's Gate declaration... from the Dakini in me to the masculine in me and in all of us. I do not cum to take the battle from your sword, nor to feed the sickly suckle of teat, the cycled sickle of teeth that pry milk from moon and moon from seed. I cull the cuckle from comfort's greed, loose the saddle from shadow's steed, and mount the sun you sought to...
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Butterfly Medicine


Butterflies are often interpreted as the totem of transformation. And this of course sings true to the one in the midst of great change. But there is more to the medicine of these beautiful creatures. They are the pollinators, the Lovers. This is the purpose of their transformation… to drink the nectar of life’s flowers, taking in the sweetness. And in the taking, they become the giving— as the kisses of pollen...
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Caterpillar

Caterpillar
Do you think a butterfly misses itselfas a caterpillar?I do, sometimesLong for the darkTo nestle into the emptyMidnight suspendedAnd I begin to weigh instead of flyPetals chasing my descentMy fallowed kissesMy inked nectar displayMaybe it’s how I paint upon themLike I owe the world these wingsAnd so I must fly beautiful, for themPollinate their strutBut why can’t I?Hunger the garden down to the rootTake and break a leaf from goldAnd linger lifeless as...
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Where Do I Begin and End


Where do I begin and end?Does my end begin with You? Where my skin cannot pass through? Or is it the Eye that begets the my and besets the I to forget? And to still within the trill of this heartbeat which stomps the song of a thousand ancestors feet— yours and mine— their Panacean blood baked into rusty, star-dusty mud cakes, there in your backyard and carried home in the ruffled tress...
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LA VIDA PERDIDA, LA VIDA PERDURA


LA VIDA PERDIDA, LA VIDA PERDURA I hold no claimAnd so I hold it allHereIn the patience of timelessnessI last beyond the lossOf broken shells spilling their lifeBroken hearts spilling their painBroken seeds spilling their nameTaken by wind, awakened by rainMaking the sun a father againIt is a fickle, flirtatious and flighty flightThat leaves you groundedIt seemsUntil you un-seamYour edgesYour armory of masksAnd let fall the fallThrough and trueAnd so if I...
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Weigh Me Down to Rest

Weigh Me Down to Rest
I thought Iwas dyingBut Iwas just fingering its precipicerattling the inhale of Death’s kissNo, Iwas still gasping for airgrasping a life to bearclawingat a crumbling edge crownedpawingthe surface as I drowned—refuse refutedto admitrefusedto submitUntil Ihad no choiceno voiceMy body gave its last givingIt gave inAnd Icaved in—felledfallingFallen AngelWings could not catch me hereor raise me from this graveIwas buriedand burrowing deeperpiling more Earth upon my Self—sweet, dark, cool EarthIt was my only hunger—restWeigh...
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