Juniper Smoke {Poetry}

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I could smell the juniper smoke in my silk scarf on the plane

I looked at the rose fire tattoo on my skin and silently smiled

So much love so much acceptance so much nurturing and growth

The wheels of addiction had a center of freedom, this is my core

I moved

I felt connected

Home slowly unpacking and dancing with my mobile Temple

Putting each item away and remembering myself

Crystals back on the home altar so happy to have danced at the feet of the ministers of grace

Then the world crashing in to test my center to show how much the onion needs to be peeled

I go on another plane to be with family and it is as if I enter another universe

This time of need for Mother is filled with her perception of pain each family member full of mind chatter

I want to give them the sacred fires of Joshua Tree.

Show them the view of the World Altar with so many adorned prayers

I want to share the wild wolves licking my face

But they can’t see me, they don’t choose to hear me, they connect in fleeting stories of the past

I return to my home the water holding me, loving me

So good to have space, time and silence

I can still smell the juniper smoke in my silk scarf and I remember

~ Suzanne Edison

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