At last I make it to Starwood, to festival. After a long week and long trip, I sit by the campfire and feel the call. Dancing..feel it in my body as I hear the drums. The beat resonates in my bones, in my blood, echoing in the rhythm of my beating heart. My body is tired and my soul longs to dance. I heed the call, I dance, I circle, I chant. My body is fed, my body is joyful, my body is tired. I succumb to rest, behind the drums, I sleep within the drum beat and feel as securely held by the beats as an Indian baby snugly bound in a cradle board. My body soaks in the healing vibrations of the drums as I slumber. Suddenly the rhythm wakes me, is in me. I jump up and allow its dance to manifest through me. Wild Woman emerges through my body, her body, her limbs. She drinks in the rhythm. She is hungry to dance, to laugh, to feel the drums. I watch my body move. I feel the rhythm, spirit, wildness coursing through my undulating body. Wild Woman is alive in me. Contagious wildness spreads throughout the circle, throughout the drummers, the dancers. She draws all in. Wild Joy. Uncontainable. Undefinable. Undeniable, in my body, in the flames of the fire, in my heart. I surrender to Wild Woman and am consumed, devoured..Only joy remains..
Wild Woman Dances to the Beat of My Heart
August 3, 2009 at 10:54 pm (Wild Heart Beats by Kiana Love)
A Bullet Can Stop the Heart ~ Love Can Heal It
June 18, 2009 at 4:19 pm (Wild Heart Beats by Kiana Love)
Sunday night, a man died in front of my building. I heard the gunshots. I still hear them in my head. Loud.. POW POW POW POW POW… five of them. Like fireworks. Really loud, distinct, close by.
Then heard people yelling, saw people running down the street. Moved away from the window. Heard the sirens, saw the red & blue lights outside my window. Saw fire trucks, police cars, in front of my building. Had to go down and at least witness – these things need to be witnessed. Had a sinking feeling when I saw detectives standing over a body, asking questions, heard neighbors saying there were no vital signs.
Watched them lift his still body, pants down, brace around his neck, onto a stretcher & strap him in. Part of me wanting to believe he was still alive. Knowing it’s not so. It was so quiet though.. none of the wailing, mourning, no signs except for the quiet conversations, fear hiding under people’s voices, behind their eyes. And then the next day, quiet.. just the whisperings.
No one really knows. And just this little blurb in the Village Voice blogs. Makes me want to shout.. scream – This is Life.. This is sacred..
I want people to take a moment, a moment of silence, a moment of noise, gnashing of teeth, even a joyful noise, anything, something to acknowledge life, to acknowledge love, the life of a heart as the blood seeps out of his body – the rich power of life.
Wake up
Wake up
This moment counts!!!
Every moment counts as I sit here on the train, as I listen to the train gliding along the tracks with my ears God/dess gave me, feeling my heart beat, as my fingers hold the pen transmitting my emotions into thoughts onto paper as life surrounds me here all these beating hearts here on this train. All life matters.
The way to save lives is with love.. not bullets. Hate only begets hate. Love has the power to transform anger to forgiveness.. much more powerful than a gun.
Love needs to be an action – the way our hearts beating is an action. We need to make love an action in our lives, to be loving, to care for ourselves deeply, passionately. To marvel at the wonder of life, at the fact that our bodies do these amazing things like breathe & laugh & dance acts of love.. Let’s cultivate & celebrate love..
Love life and love it wildly ~
Kiana Love
My Veiled Musings under a Gemini Moon
May 29, 2009 at 4:58 am (Wild Heart Beats by Kiana Love)
—————— Veil——————-
———-Gossamer, ephemeral——–
—-Unfolding, allowing, revealing—–
Mystery, mist, strength, foundation–
——Tumbling, sinking, resting——–
————-Solid, anchored————-
—————— Stone——————–
I wrote this inner muse poem Tuesday evening at my friend Deborah Roth’s gemini new moon circle. I put it into a note so you can see the diamond shape it makes. Hope you enjoy it..
wild blissings
Kiana Love
If you’d like to make one take a few moments to meditate on your inner muse or something that inspires you. when you’re done write words that come to mind. Use these words to begin to create your diamond poem.
here’s the formula
Line 1 – a one word noun that is the opposite of the bottom noun in Line 7
Line 2 – 2 adjectives that describe the top noun
Line 3 – 3 verbs ending in ing that the top noun does
Line 4 – 4 nouns 1st 2 describe the top noun and 2nd two describe the bottom noun
Line 5 – 3 verbs ending in ing that the bottom noun does
Line 6 – 2 adjectives that describe the bottom noun
Line 7 – a one word noun that is the opposite of the top noun in Line
enjoy & feel free to share here on fb..
here’s another way to do a diamond poem..
http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/diamondpoem.htm
