SLAM POETRY
BY HONOR
“There is not a particle of life
which does not bear poetry within it.”
~ Gustave Flaubert
i stand.
I stand.
And I am not alone.
I stand with the Keepers of the Flame.
I stand with the Protectors of the Waters.
I stand with the Custodians of the Forests,
The Guardians of our Skies
and the Cartographers of our Stars.
I stand for what’s ours.
I stand with the Defenders of our Human Rights,
and with the Supporters of Land Rights
and I stand with the Indigenous Peoples and the Sacred Sites.
I stand with Standing Rock.
Because Standing Rock is not just a place, it’s a Movement.
Together we are standing.
Speaking. Singing. Praying. Rising. Waking.
Trusting.
In that Movement.
In the Medicine of these times.
Standing in our homes, and on our lands,
and in the streets, and in our bones, and in our hearts.
Not apart.
We are not alone.
I stand with the Rainbow Warriors,
I stand with the Peaceful Warriors,
with the Wisdom Keepers,
with the Elders and the Newborns
heralding in the New Paradigm.
It’s time.
I stand with those courageous of Heart
who speak when others are afraid.
And I stand with the Afraid.
I stand with those who keep their eyes open
even when it may be easier to close, and turn away,
turn back to the screen, the smoke screen,
and silently scream
because it's scary to be heard and it's scary to be seen.
I stand with You.
I stand with Us.
I stand for UNITY.
I stand for SOLIDARITY.
I stand for FREEDOM.
Freedom of expression.
Freedom of speech.
Freedom of movement.
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Freedom to gather in our churches and pray.
Freedom to dance, freedom to play.
I stand for the New Way.
The Future Ancient Way.
I stand for Self-Accountability,
I stand for Community.
I stand for Food Sovereignty,
and Seed Sovereignty,
and for Communicating with Honesty.
I stand for the Autonomy of our Bodies.
I stand for Integrity.
I stand for the Protection of our children!
And their children. And their children’s children.
I stand with the Wise, and the Wild,
and the Once Were Warriors.
I stand with the Artists and the Dreamers,
and the Poets and the Healers
and the Teachers of our Children
and the Carers of our Seniors
and the Engineers of Imagining
and the Saviours of Envisioning.
I stand with the Song Carriers
and Traditional Medicine Carriers, and Mystics and Seers,
and those who have Hope.
And those who have Respect for Life.
And those who have Respect for Death.
I stand with the Light,
I stand with the Revelation of the Truth.
I stand with the Revival of Consciousness,
Human Consciousness,
Christ Consciousness,
Buddha Consciousness,
The Awakening of New Earth Consciousness.
I stand for my brothers and my sisters as Sovereign Beings.
I stand for Gaia in her sentient seeing,
as our Mother, as our home.
And I am not alone.
I stand for BEAUTY.
I stand for PEACE.
I stand for LOVE.
As below so above.
Aho. Amen.
Ashay. Yoway.
Honor Morningstar ©
are you?
Are you ready to dance?
Are you willing to take that chance?
Do you dare to drop your roots so deep
into the aching ebb and flow
of the torrid churn of the undertow,
the slowing down to the opulence below,
full and rich in the earth of your indigenous landscape
to rest in the uniqueness of your own shape?
To feel the warmth of your skin as it meets the all within
to savour the flavour of your part in this moment of movement art?
Are you willing to drop in and show up
to release the shackles of the encumbered
to stretch through the sinew and wake from the slumber
to sing with the songbird
and write with unspoken words of the poetry in your body?
Not anybody’s. Yours.
To be one of the co-creators?
Not later. Now.
Will you course forth in the charge of your own longing,
to be the call of the calling
the rise from the falling
the light of the dawning?
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Will you join hand in breath in heart
and take your step to chart
the wonder of wildfire and water,
of pestle and mortar,
of freedom and order?
To shred and sharpen and smooth and sparkle?
To enliven and thrive in the spirals and cycles?
To ignite the fire.
To perspire in the prayer of the pyre
and rise like that phoenix to inspire life?
Yours and all.
Are you drawn to fly on the wings of your gods?
On those bones that melt and meet in the ether,
in the weaving of past present and future
like a moth to the flame
like a child to a game
like a bee to a flower
To pulse in your power?
This is the hour.
To face the music
And dance.
Honor Morningstar ©
MEDICINE FOR OUR TIMES.
I'm calling you in.
Now more than ever!
Now more than ever we need to dance.
To move.
To remove the resistance.
To affirm our existence
And live in co-existence.
To not be fooled by the appearance
of what seems to be real.
We dance to reveal the truth of our own being.
We dance to heal.
We dance to feel.
Deep down.
To unfurl the fight ~ flight ~ freeze.
To take a deeper breath and ease…
During this time of chaos and confusion
Don't be mislead by the illness illusion.
It's time to illuminate!
To discern and return to the body's wisdom.
To recalibrate the nervous system.
To fine tune our instincts ~
To hone and intuit how and when and where we step
And what actions we take.
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To burn away what is not needed,
And plant the dreaming being seeded.
To lean into the raw.
To free the roar.
To unravel the angst and revel in the awe
that we brilliantly brimming with life.
To know when to resist and when to yield.
To release the density in the field.
To align in the frequency of the heart.
To play our messy and masterful part
At turning our suffering into art.
Don't depart from yourself.
Not now.
Now is the moment of power.
Now is the hour
To fit our anatomy like a glove.
To face the fear and amp the love.
Dance.
To free ourselves of the weight of the world
To be the mystery unfurled.
Honor Morningstar ©
ODE TO THE LIONS GATE.
No matter what we're moving with,
may we crack wider open,
pass through the layers of separation
from ourselves and our love vibration.
Dance in the light of our life force
and the majesty of all of creation.
Remember our courageous heart of a lion,
Centre in our essence and shine like the sun.
Dance undone all the inner myths and layers of stories
that suggest we are anything other than ONE.
Powerful creatures ~ reach deep and stand tall.
The time has come to heal all.
Past present emerging, urging us to go on and on.
Align with the infinite.
Get intimate with the constellation of our being.
The Star Gate is open,
heralding us in to speak what’s unspoken.
So listen.
The Lion is stalking the shadow is balking
as we wake from our yawning.
And roar.
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Stretch.
Reach for the light that is burning,
for the life that is yearning to break free.
See… we got it going on and its massive.
Not a time to be passive.
Time to wake up and soar.
Out on a wing.
Bringing it home.
Singing that song of illumination.
Of the pulsation of SELF love.
ONE love.
Fierce. Strong. Bright Love.
Above and beyond all.
Rocking the cosmos like a boss.
Vamos!!
It's time.
It's here it's now.
In the way that we move.
Wow! No self improvement plan required.
Just to rejoove our original spark.
And be wild. Again.
Amen.
Awomb.
Awwoooooo!
Honor Morningstar ©
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