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Defiant, in Our Naked Truth

Are we yet impregnated,

by the soon-to-be Ghosts,

of a Fading Age?

Inseminated even now

with the unmet dreams

and impossible to bear expectations

of a minority frenzy

still unaccepting

of the Common need

to bring forth from our Womb

a power Truer

than the one of Era previous.

Can we rid ourselves

of the antiquated notions

that have fueled everlasting wars

as an endless attempt

by those fearful of the

Truer Power

to retain the last gasp

of a false hierarchy structure

whose withering seeds

prove inability to father

further violence and mayhem

through those whom have boldly

reclaimed their wombs.

Let us not waste our precious Vessels

nor Seeds

on that which cannot,

Will not

acknowledge that refusals for transparency

are for the betterment

of no One but themselves

while continuing their mad grabs

for corporations, currencies and titles

with little regard for the damage to lands

and vital resources

bestowed as inherent rights

for the support and comforts of

All Life Forms

upon Our Earth Mother.

Be Bold and Unafraid

Stand Nakedly in Your Truth

and notice

Who is Bold and Unafraid

in their Nakedness

Beside You.

This is Family;

This is Tribe.

This is why you did The Work;

and Very Soon

you will plainly see

You are not Alone.

Kachina Houska

Jan 6, 2023

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As Pluto ingresses Aquarius, the first of three such events between now and November 2024, the Moon in Aries is waxing square to Pluto.

This implies that we’ve got shit to do in the coming months of this first ingress period.

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Was it She that brought You forth, to I?;

had She cast forth to You

upon Her ever-flowing Tides

my Longings of Heart,

ages and ages of need and want

spilled forth into her fathomless depths

as I, made naked my Soul desires

entrusting unto Her the containment

of these precious-unto-me Things

when the vastness of their totality

became far too great

to be held solely

within the Earthen forms

of my many mortal Be-ings.

Did it find You?;

as You drifted upon the Sea

the whispered request

for Your Presence before I

encapsulated within translucent bubble

an urging to You by She

by I

to swim further abroad

to where long I’ve awaited

Your return unto Me.

Or perhaps as I waded,

within Her endless shoals

age upon age merging

with the next, with the ‘fore

as an act of great benevolence

for I,

for You,

She pressed within a Pearl

my sincerest wish-filled Flows

and nestled the lustrous orb

‘neath many layers of sands

upon distant Ocean bed.

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I Claim this New Day,

for those Many upon Many

of which once it was denied.

Into the Rising Sun I shall move,

an acceptance of Grace

for us All.

No longer shall We hold to our sadness,

birthed of misbegotten belief

of Life brought short.

No Man’s Doings shall tether Us yet,

to The Great Waste and Chaos

once met upon Us by the actions

of the Innocent of Mind

sent forth by those Ignorant of Heart

to enact their ill biddings.

We shall defy their attempts to erase our Love

with that very Being Herself

resowing our Dresden Love

with reverence and Joy

in all of the multitudes of spaces and places

we now call Home.

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The Goodbye Song

There simply was not enough of Me

to accommodate

there not being enough of You

and though I wish a choice could have been made

upon which We both were found favored

I found it not to be within My power

to make such decision

for Us both.

If it were Mine alone to attend

We would not have arrived here

at the end of Our long walk

to behold this fork in the road

with We, knowing

each shall now choose a differing Path ahead.

Though did We not place steps upon differing course

long ‘ere We arrived at this juncture

when Each sought to follow their unique calling

deep within Themselves?

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© Sharon Brodbeck Into The Mystic Prose & Photo Collaboration w/ A. Sahaj- 01.31.23

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Yule Blessings 2022

I lie within fields barren

Crimson flower gone to seed

Earth caressed by Winter lips

Upon which my cheek doth rest

I lie within fields barren

New life lulled in womb

Divine, this song emergent

Await Springs commencing breath

I lie within fields barren

Remembrance of which has been

In honor of this sacred cycle

Till genesis springs forth afresh.

~Sharon Brodbeck ’09

Into The Mystic

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How do I bring myself Forth from this loneliness?

For the last of your Days

were surely the first of my Nights

yet still my Heart indwells possibility

that Providence shall grant us Union

with the Bestowing upon us

of a Reality fully formed

within the delicate sliver of Space

between rigid absolutes

that ‘ere now has confined us

to only mirrored Experience

of that which has been

the Other’s unmet World.

~ S. Brodbeck ©10.31.2022

Into The Mystic

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I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

Into the Mystic

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He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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Word Up on me Not with lingual love

Forget me Please if this is all that you offer;

to sleazy Seize that which you desire

yet noncommittal Be Thee still to the fires;

that Truest Love brings to aLight

attempt Ye’ Not to break it down for me

how you suffered by others and trusted not

for I am not they whom minced words and actions

truths loosed from my heart shared freely from honest tongue

an unmeasurable many times

to be met only by your backward facing ears

unable to meet me present;

for Past wrongs bethought of from others

held you closely and stroked One’s fragile ego

lest accountability take hold and require greater effort

to seize upon a new day

and enter Genuine relation with another

such as I

where one’s each and every action

is an Expression of Love

and not merely a pumped up word

dialogued strategically with guile

merely meant to excuse one of misaligned deeds;

and non-deeds; indeed!

Woe unto He that plays his hand as such

for lonely be the days and nights

that hence forth come from such self serving pantomimes

So again I say with kindness;

though you might doubt that to be true

Word Up on Me Not! and properly

Forget Me True!

for undoubtedly the best course Be

to walk separately our Rested Lives through.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.01.21

Into The Mystic

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