The Holy Temple Gates. {poetry}
May you know the holy through the songs of climax and ecstasy
And my love, let us remember,
Not to lose ourselves in ceremony
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Caity Flanagan
The Body of Love, and Fires of Liberation. {poetry}
Breathe easy, knowing all of you is loved.
You were born to be fully human in this lifetime,
To feel and experience all 'being human' means.
I Continue to Be in Devotion to You.
This force brings me to my knees, buckling under the weight of devotion to the presence which permeates all things.
Can You Let Me Love You as You Are?
Can we call upon and conjure all the elements we need for this alchemy of love? I think we can. My hope is that you’ll say yes.
This Is Why They Burned Us.
This is why they burned us. Because our worship is of no man, of no one church, of no one god. We call forth and invoke Spirit in all forms.
Love as a Radical Act.
In our current world, I see nothing more radical than to embody, advocate, and to root all our action in love. Love is the greatest equalizer.
Fire-Walking: You Are More Than This Trauma.
If I can offer you the reminder of your wholeness in the face of trauma, I will plunge into the darkness again and again to remember my own.
To Be Called Soft: Thoughts on Integrating Power.
We as a nation deny, disown, and abandon our softness because if we were to be soft, we have to feel. To feel the impact of our actions.
Kali Yuga and the Dark Medicine of the New Moon.
When we willingly meet our shadow and offer it compassion, it no longer has the power to cause harm, and instead becomes another part of the whole. The concept of oneness that we are taught through plant medicine, Yoga and other spiritual practices becomes embodied wisdom, sunk deep into our ...