I lit myself on fire last night,
so deep within the forest green,
deep in the dark, and black with night,
this full night of birth and dreams
and true becoming in earth brand new.I found the center of that secret wood
and there in its tough-tender core that lay
so quiet, t’was forever winter and brilliant
and glad in the glade and the still and the snows
and the frozen mists wreathed round that door (Her Door)
and crystal light skittered in ice jewels that glittered
on burnished ground gritty, substantive and pebbled
and real…real like me…and that Ancient stone table
awaiting me waiting there, and charred remains…
hinting at that dazzling “forever-more.”There…in the frozen deep heart so pure,
so true and alive in that rooted green wood
that beckoned me step into it with my courage
and my heart, my faith and my love,
my faith…in love and in Grace.
Why, you ask?
Why did I immolate my tender heart,
and my teary soul?
I’ve grown tired of misuse,
I’ve grown weary being taken
there, for granted and discounted,
not allowed to breathe or be…
and so I lit myself on fire
with the living breathing flames
and unbecoming sticks of me.
The river called me, bid me come,
the fields wooed me to walk in them
amidst their wheaty woven tresses
and their rustly whisper blessings
words so urgent, speaking of
the needed fires that would burn
deep in the forest, fires of love
and burn me straight down to the ground
where Phoenix waits, my lost and found…
because the stars swam overhead
and flew across unfathomable deeps,
because the fox ran on the night
because its paws tattooed me sweet,
because the fires beckoned me…
I lit me there, me…blazing bright.
There, in the flames my starved soul
it did remember its deep song,
words springing full in fiery dance
and I sang there in my one chance
to reclaim me…and my own knowing of myself
and knowing this Divine Romance…
ghosty, buried, squirming there
outlawed by law, thus qualified
to call out Law once and for all,
mere smoke drifting in cool night air
OH! How I burned!
I danced in flames fundamental,
elemental and essential in the drum beat
and embodied in the whistle, in the
call and hue and cry in fragile beauty
and in loss and in the cook-fires
and the dreamtime, when bereft
and full of longing OH…I burned there…
OH…How I burned!
In the forest…
In the snow…
I burned there…
Burned for Her…
I burned for me.
I’m not going on without me any longer
and I’m not a mark, or soft sweet honey pot
for predacious thrusts of others, NO!
I know when things must die…and when those things must live.
I’ve learned to walk away, I’ve learned to stay
as the watcher and the knower, oracle and visionary
and intuitive gold maker, as creator, quiet listener
inspiratrice, inventor, and a guide to vibrant life
that lies so deep in the deep wood and that same life
it glows in me, grows in me and goes beyond me
always and no matter what may matter, what may come
Come what may, come my way…
That was last nite…the fire of my bones
Today I have risen…and walk the path of crones
I am centered, unapologetic, rooted in the truth
and all that I am now is
Raw and wild
with ancient knowing
of the blood
so fiercely flowing
thru the rivers
and the streams
in the creek-beds
of my bones.
Today’s the day
to rise from ruins
(necessary ruins precede my rise).
Today’s the day to burn away,
the old that is just not aligned
with truth that feeds
those fires hot
and fuels transformation.
All of the animals gathered and watched
what they thought was a glorious sunset
on the horizon, that far lost horizon.
But it was just me, burning, on fire,
and all ruins falling and Phoenix arising,
cus I lit myself on fire last nite.
I lit myself on fire…last nite.