Claimed
I was inundated with chords,
Melodies,
And prose,
That moved inside and through my instrument.
So why then,
Was I glad when I discovered,
It had already been defined,
Long before my own experience?
As you know,
In the West,
We are trained to dismiss,
That which is,
Unarticulated.
The felt sense is like a wide-open door,
Vulnerable
To the nothingness.
So we scream for the words to rescue us.
Even though the music and the colors
Felt much larger than your given frame,
I deferred to your tight-fitting knowledge
For a time,
Because you told me
Truth was from long ago and far away.
I have remembered more since then.
Just know that when it happens to you,
It is close – and all-consuming.
Any narratives, names, labels,
Or even holy phrase,
Lose their privilege
As the power shifts
Into form and awakened Feminine.
For me, the walls fell down,
Doorways blasted open,
Dissolving paradox,
Along with all the fear and angst
That had been assigned
By the limited mind—
Gone in an instant!
She continues to fill me with music, messages,
And the pure essence of Home.
This is not “other” and far away —
It is the inner Psalm that restored my Soul.
She is the gift that heals the rift,
Weaving pieces of me
Back into the fold.
It’s taken a lifetime,
(And thousands more)
To truly understand,
That She was the missing piece
My eyes could not see.
She was the voice
My ears could not hear –
And then to sing her musical words!
That is,
Until She became me – the Soul restored.
Do they call that blasphemy?
I will not be shamed by little – middle – men,
I have come to discover the Truth that sets me free,
That no one can take from me.
I thank Mary first — the one with the courage to give birth.
So that we could see the Light on Earth.
Perhaps this is the biggest surprise
To the old paradigm,
That She arrives,
within us,
on Earth.
Ah, but She has no need for given words or terms,
What matters now,
Is She turns her gaze to you,
Remember? These things and greater shall ye do!
It’s time to stop questioning or wondering
If it’s true.
Beneath your greatest fears
She waits—
Not to be named,
But rather to be seen,
To be heard,
To be claimed.
Written February 5, 2020
Dozens of songs arrived in the hours and the years following this 1998 Kundalini event. I am coming up on the 27th anniversary, and it’s still transforming me. This is a song about the “Second Time” arriving within human beings. I found that streaming poetry, music, and MotherLight messages were the best ways for me to translate. Though to this day, it remains a challenge. It’s best if you allow it to happen in you. Then together, we are free to be, share, and celebrate the Truth.