Homecoming- in the heart of the womb of the Mother

Jai Ma

When She opens,
She swallows me whole.
She sits me into Herself
singing through my pores
She shifts space-time and people
and my wildest noticings
of what is
and is possible.

I’m coming out again,
in newborn skin
a baby birthed in the arms of Grace.

The more I look, the more I find
no one
and no thing
and no where
I cannot find the Truth,
or Love
or my Self.

Sound and silence.
did you hear, Beloved,
it’s Love all the way down
skin and bones
core to Source.



I made a non-haiku about it-

No coming no going
Now Gravity now Grace
I bow to That which makes
Everything into Itself.

A new timeline is here. New animal body is here.
Attuning to all the substance, all of my ground through all of my body for all of my reasons.

And, I pray for you now
that you be so lucky
that you weep,
your head on the ground,
your snot run into the grass
your fingernails full of dirt
your body covered in mud
your guts inside out
your heart become prayer
crawling on your belly
through the river of hell
all the way down to heaven,
bowing to the great glory of
this being alive
in the heart of the womb of the Mother,
cradled in the arms of the Father
at the foot of Grace,
blessed like me-
to be destroyed, annihilated,
only to be remade, renewed,
re-born-
over and over again
as the unchanged
with your simple yes
to take and be taken in.

I’m writing a new course called Homecoming (details will be here soon) and coming Home I am. This process has been baking for a few years, the preparation has been visceral.

Today, I stepped a bit more out of prison I had made myself, playing small, trying to show up just small enough to not cause harm, only to surrender to the purity of my intention and choose to trust in the goodness and capacity and the hand of God as it moves us all. Enough. Enough.

Seeing there’s no way to prevent hurt, only the devotion to repair of it happens. We went wide and deep, as I like to. From I to Us- we went for it and it was beautiful. I wish you had been there. Why use a rocket ship to go grocery shopping when it can fly you to the moon- or back Home to yourSelf?

I let the teachings pour, and paradigms shifted. Hearts opened. Minds expanded. Distance melted. We sat in the field as the field of Love. Here on the ground. Human to human. Heart to heart. Love to Love.

And still, two people including a famous non-dual teacher were triggered, even before coming to class, which is interesting and heartening. Mostly, I’m excited that I’m excited about it! Rather than wanting to make it ok and explain and calibrate. You be where you are and I bless you and I bless myself.

Echoes of all the years I’ve prepared for this moment.
“Never spare someone the pain of transformation one of my teachers said to me once. I serve Truth not pain, I remember.

Lesson learned. Now anchor it into my being and freaking use me God.

It is so freeing to allow others to react as they do- praise or adoration, love or activation, to let myself see what’s real and know what I know and feel what I feel.

What Love is there to buy or sell, when I am listening and honoring the only thing I will bow to- the call of God as my innermost harmonic? Hmm?

I hope Life does to you what flowers can do to me, what waterfalls and feet in the mud and moss do to me. I need this raw, wild, untamed, beauty more than bread. Can you feel the pink in the yellow of these heart holding roses? How they curl into themselves and invite me in…radiating my soul, blessing my Life.

So much beauty, so much joy,
So much pain, so much Grace

Freeing the feeling being.
Feeling the freeing being.

; )

In Gratitude,
In Grace–

Thank you Shiva. Thank you Shakti. Thank you Ardhanareeshwara. Thank you Arunachala Shiva. Thank you water, thank you fire, thank you air, thank you earth and thank you space.

Thank you David 1, thank you Yeshi, thank you Jesse, thank you Ellie, thank you Janet, thank you Tonya, thank you Danya, thank you Erin, thank you David 2, thank you my spirit. Thank you my whole soul family.

Thank you Mt. Madonna. Thank you Mt. Tam., thank you Muir Beach, thank you Harbin, thank you ocean, thank you song and cries and whimpers and wails, and thank you silence, thank you ignorance, thank you innocence, thank you cultivation, thank you ancestors, thank you activation, thank you pain, thank you attachment, thank you projection, thank you reclamation, thank you power, thank you speed, thank you slowness, thank you anger, thank you fear, thank you desire, thank you trees, thank you eagle, thank you hummingbird, thank you whales, thank you lions and tigers and butterflies and thank you moths.

For blessings beyond measure. May we take it in and make it into ourselves.
Thank you God. More, so much more please.
Jai Ma