Cuddle Puddles

We came. We saw. We cuddled.

Participating in the winnowing work of transformation

Facilitated by our Spirit guides and two shepherds

We jettison from who we are

To who we can be

Part of the journey is challenging

Swimming through robust Resistance

Until agreeing to Surrender

Part of the journey is Exciting and Ecstatic

The traveling into and through

Other realms

While re-connecting with ourselves

At one with all

Toward the final phase of the process

We cuddle with each other

A pile of passionate creatures

Experiencing deep gratification

Love, peace, grief, joy

Translating the magic

Into mortal, physical space

Anchoring bliss into our bodies

Claiming the Deep Rest of

The Soul

The Body

The Heart

The Mind (not so much

So lovely when the mind is quieter)

Feeling the vibrations inside myself

Melting and mixing with yours

Soothing and fascinating we

Breathe together

Oh, my! Am I falling in love?

With myself or anyone else?

Or with Divine power

The Creatrix

The Redeemer

The Supreme Spirit of all?

One Lamb separates from

The pack of herded Sheep

I feel

A unique and different style

Of energy penetrating into me

Or am I projecting?

How do I contain this magic within

Without an outside source to inspire me?

Why not just enjoy

And share?

Holy of Holies

Answer my prayers with

Delight and sorrow

Sin and Forgiveness

(I am human after all)

Am I just a mother

Just a friend

Just a lover

Just a part of the whole?

Is that just or

Paradise?

Fear intrudes

Implants itself inside

The Body

Do I have a Choice?
Or, is some path declared

By the Divine?

What moves me?

Sound, bass, vibrations

The Beat

Energy, darkness, the Sun

Deep Feeling
What happens after a grief

Rage, or depression?

I ask the Wild Woman Witch

To convey my options

She beams with great jubilation

(A Sun, herself)

And bellows

“Whatever you choose!”

I choose Cuddle Puddles

Every now and then