Cosmic Pilgrims Poem

We are cosmic pilgrims You are an ancient identity I see you, do you see me, seeing you? You are inhabiting a luminous garment of stardust framed upon crystal bones traveling on a forested spaceship at over 100,000 Kilometers per hour spiraling through our Milky Way galaxy on a mysterious voyage without a map or destination woven within a pattern of stars keeping time with the moon Darling, isn't it wonderous to have our own moon? That travels with us always? You, We, Us Are powered by an incandescent star Our glorious sun, we worship you still You light up our vessels of stars and water with the sacred geometry of your luminous nature Am I so different than this blooming tree? This hummingbird, could very well be me We are encoded with a tender and temperamental psyche living within a story we won’t be able to control Each of us carrying unique hidden information that longs to be expressed in the shape of a living myth our hidden gifts looking for ways to reveal themselves through us You are dreamed and designed by gracious Infinite Intelligence to have an Illuminated heart capable of ever-expanding poetry in a seemingly impossible situation Darling you are a cathedral of light! I worship at the foot of your altars Flowers bloom where you have danced I fall breathless into your potentials Finding place, pace and grace in your moon-kissed face We don't know how we got here We don't really know where we are going now But we know this Love is at the center Love is at the center Love is at the center of the Universe We are cosmic pilgrims You are an ancient identity at the crossroads of an uncertain future Will you cross the threshold with me? Shiloh Sophia Revisioned Poem today adapted from the original in 2021 Oh my friends, my friends! I would love nothing more than to take a long walk with you, holding hands and talking. I want to hear from you - not just what you post when your mad, or glad, but instead the early morning joys and fears. The things you don't say at the luncheon with colleagues or the dinner table with family. I want to know about the words on the shingle you don't put out about the gifts you really have for these wild times. You could describe me as a painter, a poet, a relucant priestess. But those aren't my real titles. The gifts I have don't work on a business card, can't be put into an algorithm, can't be seen with a machine mind looking deeply into my online history. Who I really am is who I am when I am when I am with you. Whether that is over a cuppa virtual or in person tea with the Muse. Or most especially when I am leading ceremony and I can feel you through the black hole of the camera. My real gifts are feelings. Feeling deeply. I don't care if you know that, or if the machine knows that. You can't use it against me and I know you wouldn't even try. I am a Lover. The universe is my Lover. Like Michael Jackson says, I'm a lover, not a fighter. The kinds of gifts we carry cannot be taken from us by wit or force or password or pressure. Your truest gifts are natural and innate - they are all innately tucked into who you are. You don't have to grow them, earn them or be certified in these gifts. You are the gifts being given through you. The pace of life, and the never-ending intensity can keep us from living them. But that doesn't mean they aren't within you. We are worried about a lot of things right now. I know. I feel it. I see it. I am tracking the many narratives on all sides of the shadow dance of now. There is a grand confluence occuring and it hurts. By grand I don't mean great, I mean BIG. Most days it feels like an unnatural disaster that could have been avoided. But the way we are, the harm we allow and promote, has been going on for so long. No way out but through, you know? But now that I have offerd a poem and a reflection if you have made it THIS far - I want to ask you the MOST SIGNIFICANT question or our life time. Your lifetime. Any recent timeline. But first...the reality is we have been in various stages of oppressive culture for close to 8,000 years - archeologically speaking. So that means we spend A LOT, get that? A LOT of precious life force working on resistance and insistence. Resisting power structures, resisting false narratives, insisting on justice, insisting on human rights. The energy it takes to resist and insist can keep us caught in the worrisome battle of a disgruntled activists. Present company included. Just for now...for right this minute in the naked now, I want to ask you a question. Don't skip ahead please. Pause and breathe. There.....close your eyes....open them...read the question and without thinking....answer without editing.... If you weren't in the resistance How would you lead your life? Really - if you didn't have to confront reality - how would you use your precious days? Liberate your thoughts through falling in love with your gifts, when they are in service to beauty as WELL as in service to the modern revolutionary conundrums. I have been living my answer to that question for over 30 years. I Trust that question and the community that has risen up around my answering that question. That doesn't mean I don't still persist in the resistance. What it means is I spend the majority of my life force centering on the joy of my heart, not the pain. I have rescued my energy from the grid of oppression. Which then works towards liberating my community as well. so here’s the thing. I’m not saying to step out of the resistance in any way -, what I am saying is to make sure you spend time caring for your own gifts. There is a long journey ahead and we’re going to need our strength. Your fellow cosmic pilgrim Love Shiloh Sophia Aka Laughing Cloud Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe