Deva of the Golden Miracle Oil
I am her – I am magic, perception, mind and air – floating, cutting, like millions of gems smiling in your hair.
I am her – I am your inmost dream and utmost border, the incantation of music and acclamation of desires.
I am the one that cantankerous and smiling, offer my children my breasts milk, my minds eye. Always present, never captured. All-seing, everpresent and elusive, evasive and powerful.
The paradox of living, the compassion of seeing – of meeting and sweetness in your cup and glimmer in your eye.
When all is lost I find you.
When all is lost I feed you.
I pull your dream out of my sleeve and takes it high with me – into the storm, and the stillness of its eye.
I am her – meeting you from the earth – permeating you, steering you, lifting you to meet me in the heavens.
I am her – touching you through my fire – reaching you through my heart.
I am her – seeking you with the wind through your hair – lifting you, blowing you into awareness.
I am her – rooted and shaking, nervy and acute, aware and swaying through the dimensions of time.
I am a teacher
I am an artist
I am a creator and destructor
I wear butterfly wings and surround myself with magical orbs – I grow deep roots and surge through the skies.
I blow the drum and the trumpet – wake you up and stir your heart
I am all intricate and intrinsic – with layers of lives and seeds of new beginnings.
I am the
I am the
I am the green grass and the coal of the fires – I am the rose in your cheek and the red of your wrath.
I am your teacher and lover – your broom and your wand – your sister and brother, your mother and child.
I will lift you up and fling you down – I will caress your cheek and breathe on your soul.
Until that moment when you see.
When you hear me – when you call my name and surrender –
When you open, you break, you swell and shake –
When you see it
hear it and are
Channelled January 2014