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Minions Of Entropy

Julia Miho Nakamura

Julia Miho Nakamura

Whatever it is that has been troubling your heart, may you come to know it as a true empowerment. An opportunity to see in between the details of light and shadow and rediscover the power of your hearts capacity for love. 

You who were called into being by the very secrets of the universe

You who’s laugh can shake apart all the antagonist’s well drafted cases against you in a glorious roar of ultimate perception

You who are the salt of the tears of the mother tongue tasted off the cheek of your sweet innocence

There is nothing in this world more powerful than your love. 

The microscopic minions of entropy, hell bent on doing their job of finding the cracks in the foundation of arising phenomena, are high fiving each other when one of them mischievously tugs at the loose threads of your reality. 

You can hear them giggling 
as it all falls apart.


This too is a gift
This too is empowerment
Let us dance under the canopy 
of unraveling threads together.

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The Light Returns

Tiana Hunter Photography

Tiana Hunter Photography

the muses don’t wait for the solstice light to pass through the stones at stone henge
they just step a little to the right and claim their time as now

‘theres always a door to magic’, they say
‘the muses loyally keep the path to their houses lit
at any given moment you could trip over one of their threads of inspiration
they leave their booby traps everywhere’


and what a day to follow their weave
right into the castle of your own strange mind
where the back rooms are not left unlocked and wide open
safe to say it might be a bit stuffy in there
ominous sounding music 
wafting through the halls of your more cringeworthy lifetimes

if you are fortunate enough for winters muse to find you
arriving key in hand 
and dressed as your underworld guide
fair warning they will be the one to open the forbidden door
turn on the unmerciful light of awareness 
hand you a bone carved pen
And provoke you to start writing on the walls 
with ink made of the dust of dead skin 
from all those skeletons in your closet


skull cup in hand
no truth unsaid
the light returns!
the light returns!


but its still cold as ice out there
so while we’re clinking our glasses together 
toasting to the age of mischief and shadow dancing
surviving another day in the face of our ultimate demise
let us celebrate just how warm it is becoming
snuggled up close to the riddles of the snow maidens
who keep us on our toes
with our hearts beating
and just a little bit out of breath

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This Holy Music

Photo: Frank Jay Leonard 

Photo: Frank Jay Leonard 

When I first heard the song
Of my name
On the lips of the Beloved
The still lake of my heart
Quivered in an ecstasy of rain

The realms opened
Heaven and Earth
Absolved their misgivings
The Inner and Outer Muses
Met face to face
As the unwritten notes
Between stars
Resolved
To a most satisfying chord

Ever since that moment
A golden thread of nectar
Braids its honey through me
The invitation to Love
Sings every frozen part
Of my being
Back to life
So I may become
A connoisseur of nuance
A devotee
Of the depth of presence
Of the kiss of the Sage
Polishing the jewels
Discovered along the
Winding hero’s road
And braving myself
To bare this precious heart
To share her songs Into the world
These creatures who have been
Irreverently calling me forth
From the unsung thresholds
Of soul image becomings
For as long as I can remember

The chase of this Holy Music
Has me throwing myself
At the feet of the Creative
Savoring the miracles
Deciphering me
As the Sages dreams
Animate my every breath

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The Great She

Photo- Frank Jay Leonard

Photo- Frank Jay Leonard

The Great She
is always dancing
and I am her skirt
.
.
From the center of her longing
she moves her hips
while I, smitten with her audacity
sway at her ankles
lightly grazing the ground
.
.
Together
we spiral around
this great pillar of Love
an untouchable perfection
circling continuously
in rapturous becoming
.
.
this dance between us
has become a most Divine unrest
Her in the savoring of ecstatic blooming
and me ever chasing her
trying to kiss her feet

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Thunder Whisperer

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Thunder Whisperer
River Priest
the gate of my spirit
has been closed for too long
I beg you please
drum me open
with the steadiness
and precision
of your medicine sticks
.
I sit in this ceremony
of rusted tears
where spirit messengers
circle around me
kicking up the dust
clouding my vision
then limpia
sweeping it away
with tender wings
.
Gallop on
through my resistance to love
Gallop on
with your ancient rhythm
pulsing open the door
to my soul
Gallop on
through the memories
I've stored in me
for too long
through my rage
through my bitter tears
until I burst into revelry
and spill out
the beauty
that overwhelms me
I cannot possibly bear another day
of living with a closed heart
with all this music in me
un-lived
.
I lay down my sword at your knees
and bow to this moment
to the wisdom
of the rhythm
breaking me open
skyward

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When Magic Has Arrived

photo- julia miho nakamura

photo- julia miho nakamura

When Magic has arrived
Wearing diamonds
and draped in golden starlight
Why not accept her invitation
To join her in an evening gondola
and float down
Her river of moon song
.
.
Don’t spend too much time
Deconstructing synchronicity
If you look closely enough
into anything
Even Inspiration
You will probably find
Some strange wizard
behind the curtain
.
.
Unless of course
you are an engineer of miracles
In which case
Tear down the walls
of the house of wonder
And throw every spark of awe
under the microscope
Until you discover
what music is truly made of
.
.
Passion doesn’t need a reason
To set your soul on fire
And awaken in the night
your deepest seeded love
But passion won’t stop you
From writing anthologies of reason
to the muses either
As long as Magic is the main character
She’ll watch you squirm all night

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Yoniverse

photo- julia miho nakamura

photo- julia miho nakamura

It starts as a whisper
A voice peaking out
From beneath the cloak
Of invisibility
Of hush hushed
Of too vulnerable
Of not appropriate to say
theses things
No one wants to hear this story
Its not safe to speak....
.
.
And yet
She persists
In the pursuit of her freedom
Of the ecstatic Union of spheres
The Yoniverse un-spelling years
of broken song
Laying down fears
resolving the words
That live in the folds
Of pink flesh
Fire waters of truth
Pulsing in the floods
of what was unmourned
her magnetism returns
Her light reborn
.
.
now spun into ribbons of truth
For the telling
Jewels for the altar
of reclamation
Where the hearts of the village
have gathered together
To listen
To feel
To reimagine
What's possible
.
.
And here
the once silenced voices
speak
the suffocated stories
Breathe
As the essence
of she who eats lightning
Returns

written for the Yoniverse Monologues

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She Lay With Thunder

photo- julia miho nakamura

photo- julia miho nakamura

She Lay
With Thunder
.
When She lay with Thunder
She comes with Her heart on fire
Burning Blue in the light of Her truth
Renewed by the fury of waking
.
When She lay with Thunder
The storm of Her Wildness
Unfolds in euphoric prophecy
as She Comes into Union
With the Lightning of Her Rapture
.
When She lay with Thunder
Every inch of Her turns to stars
adorning the cool breath of night
Pouring through Her as rivers of luminescence
In the mirror of sky
.
When She lay with Thunder
Her heart quakes with the shaking
Of a thousand years of rose petals
Tumbling from Her chalice well
Anointing the Heavens in her Ruby Rain
.
When She lay with Thunder
the northern lights dance across hearts
as ancient songs of Love rise
in lightning threads of souls echoing
hurricane symphonies of the Beloved
.
When She lay with Thunder
All that was once held captive
In the sleep of Her soul
Dances ferocious and free
amidst the ceremony of wet dust
.
 

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Is It Riches You Want?

photo- frank jay leonard

photo- frank jay leonard

is it riches you want?
then come my friend, and may i introduce to you
the sun
whose generosity is such to throw
countless diamonds across the sea
for your collection
if you go, and watch carefully
you may feel them fill your heart
and pour their indestructible wisdom
satisfying this sweet and precious yearning
to capacity

 

is it fame you desire?
then come sweet soul
stand with me upon the stage of earth
set before you awaits there a thirsty crowd of countless stars
enlightened angels
waiting to catch a glimpse of your perfect face
to hear a single note of the harmony of your being-ness
as you play to your hearts delight
and they sparkle in standing ovation

 

is it pleasure you seek?
please then, oh beloved, and look no further
than to sit upon the side of the mountain
as countless winged ones glide across your holy skin
as the winds of the nectars move through and around you
tantilizing your senses
with the passion of every illuminated heart
feasting in the pleasure of knowing their love for you

 

for when this borrowed vessel of flesh
this vehicle to learn of our true mind
crumbles at the touch of saturns mighty ticking hands
chopping away the moments of our searching
may this field of fortune
be forever in your pockets
their riches overflowing from your heart
to rain upon countless other beings of yearning
desperate to touch the face of the angel
that is their own

 

I am rich in wanting
rich in the insatiable craving
and i offer this yearning heart to you
that you may be filled with the currency of bliss wisdom
pouring out from the sun
raining down from the stars
and caressing us in the breeze
as we walk together
to the sacred bank of holy together
to cash in everything we’ve got
and bet it all on love

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