Nuno's Gifts

Dear Nuno,
You have now undressed even this name,
May you be free
As you rise
Free from sorrow,
Free from our attachments
Free from our pain, which is our individual responsibility
Free from our guilt
Free from our shoulds and shouldn’ts
Rights and wrongs
And all spaces in between what might have been
May we let go of the need to understand why
What, when and how your departure happened
And just hold its sacredness
In this silent embrace

May we release you
Into the Freedom you have always been
And may we hold and embrace you,
In your departure
At least with twice the Love with which we have received you

May our Gratitude
Our boundless Love
Be with you Eternally
As you are,
You are Free to Be!

Our heart is broken,
Wide Open

All seeds must break to bloom

You used to call me thunder.
You said I would strike and open space to truth and rootedness
Truth is, you reminded me sharply of the abysses I have known too well.
The difference is, you decided to step forward right where I chose to step back.
So the thunder I brought you was no more than the thunder I use on myself to bring me back from edgy spaces of overriding shadow and raw wilderness.
I respect this will of yours, of crossing through hell. Like Persephone you have been raped and restored as a healer into that burning darkness of the Soul within. I can feel the quest, the Spirit embrace and all of that tremendous multiplicity of space between wonder, revelation, pain, brokenness, loneliness, madness, oneness.
I can hear your piercing clarity, the way you saw through mirrors crushing our disguises and proof testing our bravery, our convictions, our core selves. That amazing arrogance and that extreme vulnerability that I saw in you as I see in me, and maybe in all of us. That unapologetic sense of self and the disappearance of self itself.
I can hear where it all became delusional, without ever loosing total sense, and that was, perhaps, the most deranging of it all. You were an invitation, a wide open one, to the spirit quest in all extremes, throwing us right into the centre of all forbidden questions.
I respect your choice to leave, because I strongly believe we always choose when to arrive in birth and when to leave in death, no matter by what means.
Did the wave embrace you? Did you embrace the wave? It doesn’t really matter, because the wave embraces you as you embrace the wave and that’s precisely where desolation and redemption hold each other and extinguish into Oneness. The ocean within the drop surrenders to the vast ocean of existence.
And as you came through holy water in birth so you returned home, gently carried by the waters of the Divine Mother.  
For many times, I have felt the invitation to surrender into that beautiful emptiness death offers, but unlike you, so far, I choose to live. Because I am in Love with this miracle, and of course Love will break us to open us wider. Just like you did. Just like you are still doing.
Each of us shall remember you through a different face, a different name, a different set of moments with you. Don’t ever hold on to us, let go of our memories, let us go.
We Love you with the sacred power to offer you Freedom, and joy, and the deepest gratitude, This Love is bigger than the heart itself. You know this, you are pulsing within infinity.
You are the thunder, you have outdone me.
We shall dance and roar in the open sky.
And we shall contemplate in silence the beauty of it All: this consciousness, this manifestation, beyond this and that.
Full circle Brother, Beloved
Space is our endless, Loving, Embrace

To Peter, Beloved Soul Companion
To see you burn and surrender in the absolute gift of yourself towards your brother has been and is an inspiration
It is an honour and a blessing to share this journey and this moment with you

Witch I Am

Witch I am
Fire does not burn me
I burn for I am fire
I can surrender to flame and pire
And I can dare to fully live Desire

I am freedom, I am bone
More than me, more than my own
Beyond, virgin, mother, crone

I am all, nothing, Alone

I am sacred for just being myself
and for losing this sense of self within this sacredness


                                                       Foto por Mizé Jacinto

I- A Mãe
Irei parir
Como os animais
Na orla iluminada da floresta
Meus Ais ressoarão
nas raízes
além do solo
E trarão trovões flamejantes
O sangue jorrará
alimentando aTerra
e o meu filho
será Eterno!
Pois Eu Sou
A essência
Todas as fêmeas
desde Sempre!

II- Fecundidade
Como a Seiva
das árvores
e a sede
Que sempre pede
e sempre dá
as minhas mãos
Já não são mãos
São Infinito
E o coração
O Universo palpitante
Não caibo
em mim
Porque eu não sou

Ode to The Morrigan

                                                                                                            Image by Carolyn Hillyard

I- The Great Crow
All rulers of
lost empires
Live within Me
For I am
the anger
the fever
the passion
I'm the scent
that makes cats crawl
and I'm the dread
that makes men small
I am the temper
of the Storm
The womb of the mother
The feebleness of the strong
I am the grave
the cave
the clawn
The blood of dragons
Nothing at all!

II- The cauldron
When night comes
And I arrive
I take the husbands
I drink their lives
I wash their clothes
I take their guise
Undress their skin
To purify within
And in my warm Love
I´m the consolation
Of lost wifes
I am the path
Of all that strives
I am the cauldron
I am the pire
Eternal flame
of all desire
I am the brave
I am the bone
I am the mother
The virgin, the crone
Dark within earth
dark within night
and when day comes
I am the light

III- The Dagda
Oh come my Lover
Peace to my fight
Oh come my Lover
To our delight
Two parts of wonder
two parts of One
We are the same
All that was
All that is, and shall become

IV- The call for battle
Come my children
Fly my children
At the break of dusk
Burn my children
Feed my children
On the batle dust
Cry my children
laugh my children
For the blood, the lust
Go my children
tear my children!Crows!Crows!
Rush to the garden of death
Eat, feast
from the fading breath
Seeds to come
await for flesh
Go my children
crow my children!
To the batle haste!
Fly my children
Die my children!
Feed the batle waste!
Red my children
Dead my children
No one wins or looses
Nigtmare, nightmare
Give me wings!
Terror, horror
No one wins
Still the brave endure
In the despair of my sight
I become the loving light
Come my children
Fight my children
I, invoqued to thee
Oh my children
Dying children
I shall set you free!
Come now all to Me!

V- The cry
Oh my children
Dear, dear Children
At the break of dawn
I cry for you
all of my children
All those who are gone
Come my children
I am your grave
Oh my children
Lost, fool children
rest now in my
Warm, dark, cave...
...Arise my children
return my children
From below and from above!
Tear my children
Bare my children
I shall give you birth!

VI- Eternity and beyond
From the threads
of my hair
Eternity greys and falls
My wings of Nothing
my wings of All