Dear Women & Femmes of the World
We are not here to compete.
WE are are take the notion of competition and make it obsolete.
There is more than enough love to share between the hearts and souls of us all.
And this love that I speak of is standing tall in our own sense of self worth.
This love is the love we can feel when we open to the abundance of our sprits co-existing.
We are spiritual in nature, and at the same time, we have been given the opportunity; the choice to experience this life as psychical beings.
We are able to connect to the source and see that there is enough love in this universe for both you and me.
We can drop the thoughts that arise out of fear; they are doing nothing but creating our own demise.
Drop the lies we’ve told ourselves and had battered into our minds.
Drop the idea that we must fight for the right to be loved and cherished and treated like the divine beings that we are.
We must remember, RIGHT NOW to start seeing ourselves and each other as one another.
We have all been born with the light in our hearts that is in itself true love.
WE are here to share this blessed opportunity that is so rare.
To step away from separation into true unity.
I remind you!
WE are not here to compete.
WE are here to take the notion of competition and make it obsolete.
We are here to stand…hand upon hand upon hand,
giving and receiving, in perfect balance with the universal forces of this star creation.
We are here to sit, arm in arm, in arm, in arm.
Re-framing the picture in our minds to blur the lines of yours and mine.
We are here to love with all that our hearts have to give.
To live in harmony and bliss.
I choose to seal myself to this fate with a tender kiss.
I choose to relate with sense that there is indeed enough love to go around.
I choose to stand upon this ground and feel the love that pulses forth from the Earth herself.
I choose love.
That is the choice that I have made.
I’ve laid in the sweet embrace of universal love.
poem circa 2016/2017 - felt like a good time to remember the importance of unity.
ashes & birch
rising from the ashes
the birch song can be heard
on the wind as it winds its way
through leaves and trees
still standing after the fires
took their rage
and spilled it on the land.
the sound of wings overhead
as birds fly beyond the eye of the storm.
rising rising rising.
gentle overtones of melodies
amongst the living and the newly dead.
death and rebirth
will continue to flourish -
cycles never ending
only changing and shifting
and drifting down gullies
as streams and rivers
run wild over rocks and stones
and pebbles and gold.
the birch song takes hold
in the hearts of those who walk
softly and gently upon the earth -
and those too who dance fervently
and with abandon of inhibitions.
we can visit those who have gone beyond
by opening to the knowing
of all and none,
of one and all,
of energy that never leaves,
never ceases to exist.
deep drumming and thrumming
resonating beneath the dirt
below our feet -
roots tangled with the wild abandon
of the call of the soul
as it dances and dreams -
whirling and spinning -
opening to give and to receive -
unlearning to believe again.
morgan leigh callison
mostly i write to remind myself what it means to be me. it is through words, my soul finds expression & my mind finds a place for form to take shape.