House of Cards

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Let go,

It wasn’t meant to last –

Nothing but true love is.

The instability that you’ve

been witnessing

is a sign –

Gravity wants to help you out…

It’s time for The descent and grounding.

Fall to your own knees

if you must -

Humus, humility, and human

share the same origin.

Oh, please -

Be the wind

confident across your lips

that says,

“I will honorably destroy

that which I created

and bare witness

to this loss with the

fullness of my heart.”

Only the creator

has the universal blueprint -

This you should Know.

Let your personal

house of cards come

tumbling down

in majestic chaos.

Yes,

Garner the courage to

turn your tethered struggle

into a holy offering –

Candle light,

glitter,

and a nice glass of wine –

Feed the Holy your

untimely attachments

and you’ll both be

fully satiated.

I want to watch your

heels fly high as you

dance the mythos

of security to

death –

like a passion-drunk

dervish.

That’s right.

No more investing your energy

in the fallacy of indefinite stabilization,

snatch the most pivotal card

and invite the child of you

to toss it in uproarious play.

Be sure,

absolutely sure,

to revel in the multi-story crash -

For a long while if you will…

Bring your tears and party hats.

Severance, my friend,

is a passageway to joy -

This you should know.

Let go.

Let go,

It wasn’t meant to last –

Nothing but true love is.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" 

The Ache

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for Patricia Malia

There is a question aching within your Soul.

I’ve heard it in the quiver of your voice,

seen it in the dip of your eye.

Only you can truly hear it.

Only you can authentically answer it.

Only you can act unabashedly upon it.

“Oh which way to go?” cried

in the melancholy

of morning and night.

Curse the Universe for failing

to supply the directions.

Heels in a proverbial quagmire

at the crossroads.

Let yourself ache into the awareness

that all the roads lead to

where you are right now.

This moment.

At this crossroads.

And, the fricken train doesn’t run on schedule.

Yes, I know.

Take in a deep breath Sister and lift your eyes.

Listen to the wind in the late summer grasses -

"Do you love yourself enough?"

And, the parched stems bend over further…

"Do you love yourSelf enough?"

Breathe out Sister and look inward.

In the instant that the answer becomes “Yes!” -

No hesitation.

Do the most courageous thing you’ve ever done.

© 2010-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)

The Rising Times

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

These are the rising times,

the rising of the sweet potency

within your soul.

The rising of humanity

to meet its greatest potential.

You know it.

You feel it.

Deep within your root,

there is a quivering.

It’s true.

It’s that uncertainty.

It’s that chaos.

It’s that which you fear

will shake you to your core.

Bless you,

I hope it will.

These are the rising times.

Let your authentic power rise.

Let your voice fly on

impassioned thermals,

high,

like a hawk kettling amidst the gods.

These are the rising times.

Stand up for what you believe in.

Stand up for those who have

been beaten down,

whatever their creed or form.

Stand up because humans are

not designed to crawl indefinitely,

And now is the time.

These are the rising times.

These are the rising times.

Raise your arms high above your head.

Look up.

You’re a vast being in a vast universe.

How lucky you are to be here now.

Be here now.

These are the rising times.

Glory to the phoenix for

teaching us that ashes are not

an end point,

but a bed for consummating that

which is destined to be reborn.

Believe in the heat and glow.

These are the rising times -

and I’ll stand beside you

as we see these times through.

Standing together -

that’s all She has ever wanted for us.

Stand up and stand together.

It’s really that simple for us

to become fully human.

The sun has been showing us how

every morning,

and the moon, every night -

Rising…

Did you realize?

These are the rising times.

© 2010-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" 

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The Door Way

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Half Moon Rising

talked to me tonight

of the Old Stories –

Lives passing before my eyes.

She said,

“The one who closes the door,

is the one who must open it.

Courage is the key,

and This is not in your hands.”

Seeing the tear rush for the

crest of my cheek,

She asked,

“What is it Dear?”

And I answered,

“The trouble with being a Seer

is that you begin to experience

The Grief and The Joy

a thousand years before

that singular moment of manifestation

is thrown into the Past.”

Half Moon Arisen replied,

“Now you know your special way

of tearing your heart open to make

room for what you will

one day receive.”

© 2010-2018/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out"

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Pipe Dreams

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The Great Serpent Pipe

has been speaking to me,

smoldering plumes of

Straight Truth into

The Great Mystery.

I’m being watched.

Watched by a being that I

can do no more than

cradle in my heart.

“Know me!” exclaims

the fanged pipe.

And I look closely with

the fullness of my vision

finding an entire Cosmos

in the shaman-carved remnants

of The Tree branch.

Lay open the bowl-womb,

the Hearth of Creation,

where the tinder is placed

prayer by prayer.

Where the fire in the belly

truly ignites.

Welcome the stem,

with firm intent to join.

Here is the passage way

through which the Sacred Breath

enters,

But only when fueled by

the most devout of lips.

There can be no manifestation

without their union.

My hand runs the length of

the knife-notched scales,

dwelling on the near-tangibleness

of presence.

I am no stranger to the

seen and unseen,

to the felt and unseen.

I know your smell in my

nostrils as a familiar.

My hesitation, my love, has long

been traveling sunwise -

With a gripping cowardice I

deeply implore:

“Am I worthy to carry you?”

The conversation, my love,

has had but a question,

until this dawn -

A sun birth at which the Great Serpent Pipe

heard from the Great Mystery,

“Know me!

None who marries

the anciently-endowed elements

in my name

is unworthy.”

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" 

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Pinot Noir

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the humid drip

of a late summer’s eve

simple yearnings so

strong and ancient

Beckon and

receive

a full-bodied answer.

To the lip

it comes forth

to perch

in delight

of bouquet and

softness,

Then below

a wetness

so unexpected

and a drowning

in what

tastes so good.

Sometimes I am

the fruit fly floating

in my wine glass.

(c) 2003-2010/Jamie K. Reaser

Stars

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I believe that I finally understand
the allure of stars -

They say everything
they desire to say

to their Beloved

with bodies
they don't possess.

(c) 2010/Jamie K. Reaser