I'm a title. Click here to edit me

Sacred Ceremonies 

 

Uncertainly lies in the peripheral

Hidden deep by years of half truths

 

Sweet sister surrender

Let me fall

 

Ghastly low life memories

Hardened by time

 

Sweet sister surrender

Follow me down

 

Lurking conversations

With No business being here

 

Sweet sister surrender

Soften the landing

 

Grooves etched deep

Support the loop of repeat

 

Sweet sister surrender

Weep with me now

 

One rose bud dismantled

Permission to heal

 

Sweet sister surrender

Breath with me now

 

Love, Sybil

 

I bow to the Full Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so I pray

And so I rest

 

Down into the earth

As Angels guard

 

Emotions battle

Then unite

 

Stories unravel

Then reveal

 

The back of me my shell

The belly of me softening

 

One Love dances above

Healing flows below

 

The voice I hear

The voice I must speak aloud

 

And so I pray

And so I rest

 

Love, Sybil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sky’s canvas is water

Trees detailed in reality

Blurred in reflection

 

White disguised blue by shadows

White breasted beauty by sunlight

 

Is it what I see?

Or make of this metaphor

 

 

Perspectives blur as Truth becomes more relative

Foreground and background

Reality or illusion

 

My God my insides stir

Awakened by life itself

 

My lord this day is blessing itself

 

Love, Sybil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today I stand rooted

I gather myself

I look around myself

I see upon nature’s splendor

Cycles of life

 

Today I stand beautiful

I collect myself

I feel every detail

I know nature’s wisdom

Each season my teacher

 

Today I stand ready

Reaching my limbs to the sky

Digging my toes into the earth

Sun shining in pools of gratitude

In my own eyes

 

Together as one nature and I

We give our thanks

We humbly bow

And greet each people

And welcome every word

 

Prayers and bridges

Rivers and trees

My life is yours

 

Love, Sybil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessed Sister

Look out on the water

Break open one more time

For me because I may not be ready

 

Blessed Sister

Hear the call of our divinity

Hold me warmly to your chest

Carry me with you as you soar

 

Blessed Sister we are of one accord.

Prayer, Mantra, Silence & My Love

 

Love, Sybil

 

 

Take me now

To feel this holiness

This satiated stillness

 

Absolve me now

To see this reverence

This nature’s way

 

Release me now

To sanctify this simplicity

This eternal Grace

 

Slay me now

To forgive the path that strives

To be anything but this

 

Amen

 

Love, Sybil

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Below the surface a repression and malaise suffocating and decomposing

 

Out beyond the landscape a desperate and lonely need to know why here why now and for what purpose

 

My beautiful loon glides the surface

Serene melding the elements

Muddy lake bed and sky of the great unknown

 

Sound your call loon

Echo this beauty of self regulation

Audible, palpable, visceral healing of all anxieties and depressions