Where all that’s left is crashing
and all I got is bereaving
but all I know is needing
and all I thought was bleeding
because what was sacredly vowed, wasn’t only pledged to me
but was boded to a surfeit of others year after year.
Hunted incessantly with no intent to cease
their perfumed skin against yours, left interstitial markings
and seeped into me and into the bones of our home.
I now heal from you, the children too, though clueless at what strikes them.
All because you choose not to heal your wounds,
but instead pervert it all,
honing your craft
and spawning wars within our walls.
Deflecting your suffering and all the pro tem tricks of futile attempts to relieve it.
Debasing the mother of your children, who held the sacred place where their souls weaved to flesh and bone.
So deep you’ve fallen that gripping onto your deception has been your cradlesong that serenades all you coo to, even the blessed beings I cocreated.

Nothing left but to crawl through the darkness
there in the stillness,
in the breath
and in the glimmer of the light…strength that lifts me
something more to life and I wasn’t going to keep missing.
This stone isn’t a talisman so much
but a reminder to take note from a river rock,
undeterred and confident
allowing it all to flow over and around
not permitting disappointments to affect me,
and most of all forbidding it to deplete my liveliness in order to fill yours.

My soldier you are not, far from a warrior but I knew that.
Where to now, when rock bottom is reached?
Dare to stand with those who shed the need for a cloak of darkness
Of those who hold truth in their hearts of knowing, of becoming and being.

For all you dear ones, remember when you are tempted to lose hope that this too shall pass. May these rocks provide you with the courage to be compassionate without sacrificing your authenticity.
May they guard your innocence from distractions and
know that darkness gathers around the light.
Know that deep within you resides a spark of the living God…within yourself exists all possibilities. The whole, vast universe is yours and all things are possible.

Go my child find grace, forgiveness and courage and with fierce intent in your eyes dance away the demons that we bestowed onto you, dance until your heart fills.

I have been grasping into the shadows of rock bottom and breathing truth and love into the darkness of your sleep and suffering. It’s led me to a flowing brook. And these stones from the brook, polished from the undercurrents of all untruths, are a devotion of adaptation to a new consciousness that loves, to a dedication to truth, to a knowing of the potential they hold. Wear these stones from the brook near to your heart as a reminder to dare to continue to be who you truly are and defy who you believe you are supposed to be. Allow yourself to emerge more fully from one breath, one heart, one spirit, one, where all are free to be the beautiful being and the perfection that you are just as these stones from a brook.