There are no words. There is a lot to catch up on here...I still need to sit with what I just experienced 'openly'. Although there are no words I wanted to share the poem that was inspired by this weekend's events, the loved ones I met in New York and the loved ones that were present and holding space, for the experience, all over the world.

A Shifting

Face up, grass underneath.

No heavy air,

No parting,

no grief.

Clouds swiftly moving

like tectonic plates.

Hurried towards opposite planes.

Love droplets fall from the sky.

An unending torrential pour.

Catalytic, Taurid meteors

launching 5 gateways.

Crawling through,

Walking through,

Running through,

A new Sphinx.

Divine.

An auspicious coming alive.

Becoming.

Dynamic flow of Torus.

Expanding within the room

Oneness; both separate and connected,

To SOURCE.

Unattached, not aloof,

No longer needing “proof”,

It was always just a peach feather.

Equinox/Equilibrium.

No longer lightly living,

But LIVING IN LIGHT.

Luminescent lucidity.

Diplomatically and gracefully

wielding the wrecking ball

Of CHANGE.

Intertwining authenticity.

Moving through the tightness.

Unwinding to

PRESENCE.

Sweetest relief…

BEING.

I say to myself:

“Oh, there you are.”

Namaste,

Aphroheidi

"This light of mine is your reflection"