The Insistent Moth

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Why do you insist

on the long beaten path

of suffering, and

sacrificing your glory-winged being

to the light?

You are of no service

crumpled under a lamp shade

or singed at candle toe.

Do you not know that

there is a lucid holiness

to be had in

the dark abyss?

Reject not the black heavens.

You have caterpillared

and cocooned.

Though death to form

may seem like a way of life,

This time the stars are

counciling you

to Live.

Oh my love,

what would it take

to extend your heart

and flutter your soul

while in the cup of

my gentle hands?

Out the door.

I have faith ~

When no longer an addict

of self-flagellation,

The Light that craves You

will enlighten within.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)

Longing

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

A poem/prayer offered up to my many Sisters
who have long been dancing with Longing

I have been waiting for you so long

that I have taken Longing as my mate,

consecrated in holy union

by the new moon and a great-horned owl

who received Her light upon white oak limb.

Dare you come to me in the flesh,

pray you know courting

as the bee knows courting,

buzzing sweetness to His floral love

for the consensual spill

of gold-dust pollen.

Pray you have walked with naked feet

so long upon this Earth

that you know how to caress the Feminine

in all her aspects and seasons.

Pray that you long to be received

with a hunger so profound,

and to this day insatiable,

that you know that your only

hope of soulful salvation is

bodily surrender to that which

will devour you.

I pray,

that in the moment of your arrival,

I know you as the

stranger who has long been

my familiar,

the scent after storm,

the voice on the breeze,

the face in the cloud at sunset.

I pray that I know myself

well enough

to stand

and stay

and acquiesce my fears

to a daring do heart.

Longing has been my ritual.

May loving bequest us,

each to the other,

and us in service of the world,

in the language of ceremony.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World" 

To be published by Homebound Publications in October 2015

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The Cloak of Invisibility

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Once upon a time,

while the adult wars raged,

a little boy

found within himself

a cloak of invisibility.

What a discovery!

“To be invisible is to be safe.”

Decades have passed.

Those particular adult wars have stopped.

But the little boy within the man

still wears the cloak.

He’s not yet ready to surrender.

Someone else might wage a war.

Really, they might.

It happens.

**

The Holy Mother grieves,

feeling the absence of her Son,

the Man.

She’s never before cradled a being

so beautiful in his particular way,

And she knows for what he was

conceived ~

He’s to be a great unveiler…

Gifted in the way the wolf is gifted

at unveiling the moon.

Rain falls as tears take the Great Leap from her chin.

Will he show HimSelf?

She prays.

**

I know that cloak.

How you spin sunwise when you

put it on.

How you peek and duck

and peek and duck

at its frayed edges

like a hungry salamander who can’t decide

whether or not it is safe to come out

from under a rock…

But who feels such a strong need

to emerge.

I know you have that hunger!

Oh my friend, I have not lost

sight of you.

When the doubts and fears arise,

Take my hand

and look into my eyes –

See yourSelf the way

I See you.

See you.

You can do this.

You can conceive yourSelf

as who you were born to be.

Only in this, dear Man,

will you unveil

your own true Peace.

© 2011/Jamie K. Reaser

Co-dependency

Photo: Jamie K. Reaser

If only the thunder

kept to its promise,

we’d have rain.

Sometimes even the sky

knows longing –

Feels an inability to meet

and be met at the humid

interface of Earth and Cosmos.

The old dogwood tree

hasn’t known the elements

to be so spare in their

courting,

and its leaves droop,

as if sorrowed.

There went a dragonfly

who cannot find

a pond.

The hummingbird races

against time as the

pink phlox

desiccate.

Whoever classified

co-dependency as a

pathology,

Was never in love

with Life.

© 2011-2014/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (ww.hiraethpress.com)

The Cattail

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

“I thought that I had told you

about joy,” said the cattail…

Toes wiggling in the soft

marsh muck,

Practiced hips swaying

in the breeze,

Undressing silky seed tufts

with a pleasurable sigh

and impish grin.

“Were you not listening?”

© 2011-2016/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" 
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Wild Honey

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser, raw honey

True Masters will fall to their knees

in fits of reverent weeping

to discover a hive

of wild honey.

How such a tiny insect can fill

a deeply wounded heart

with a golden viscous syrup

so sweet

so nourishing

so Divine...

Reach inside.

This must be the meaning

of Life.

(c) 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)