The Holy Grail II/2/too

The Holy Grail, the chalice

of my precious human body

is porous.

Each jewel

studding the goblet,

another piece of

energy/love/work

DONE.

The chalice is porous.

Each jewel now dedicated

to the release of that liquid,

that definition of Lizette.

The goblet empties of liquid,

leaving space for light and love.

Not of love given by another,

but of love discovered and allowed

for Self.

The Holy Grail, the chalice

then becomes the emptiness,

the nothingness,

the ordinariness

that allows it to overflow

with the light of joy

And love for all.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

July 2, 2010

In deep appreciation to Osho for his “strength” card.

Covered in Fur

Covered in fur

or feathers,

shells or scales

or skin.

Yet we are

one aspect of the

Great Beloved.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 22, 2004

Solstice 2010

I sit

in my little pup tent,

in the tiny folding chair

in one of these small physical bodies,

with a huge 35 pound crystal,

Our Lady, in my lap.

We are holding space

for the solstice ceremony.

The Kamura clan, my clan,

is drumming,

lined up to the left.

The Aganea clan in full force,

chanting their name

is lined up to the right.

Tera enters,

garbed for initiation

in Her flowing gown

decorated with symbolic items.

She walks down the aisle

between the two clans,

an unescorted wedding march

to the light.

The ceremony

paves a highway,

builds an access

across the void,

to the dimensions beyond.

Tera allows another layer

of Her onion skin quarantine

to peel off, to fade away.

Tera welcomes the intense light,

from across the void

to bathe and enfold Her.

To permeate Her.

Tera shivers……

cleansing again speeded up,

increased healing here and now.

She soars on the updraft.

Now is the time

for each of us to join Her.

To turn inward

to clear yet another layer

of our onion peel.

Another shadow place

seen, loved and forgiven.

We are One.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 21, 2010

In Liberty Falls, Alaska

I LUNCH WITH A SQUIRREL

She’s chattering loudly

in the full spruce tree,

long before I can see her.

I stand,

honoring her vigor,

enjoying her lengthy announcements.

I ask permission to pass.

She chatters on,

permission not granted.

I stand.

She comes into eye contact,

six feet away.

Why would you want to pass?

Am I not beautiful, fascinating?

I drop my consciousness

into my heart. I stand.

She comes down the tree

to the base,

now five feet away and

she makes full eye contact.

Deciding to trust me,

she scampers off to her larder

and returns with a pinecone.

She hunches,

beautifully filled out.

Her tail, fully feathered

lies along her back,

the black tip,

an ostrich feather

blowing in the wind.

One pinecone isn’t enough.

She returns to her cupboard

and eats a second three branches high,

debris dispersing in the wind.

I shift on my feet.

She doesn’t notice.

She and I,

so proud of each other,

So clearly simply

separate flowers,

each in full bloom,

in the garden of Creation.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

June 19, 2010

Above Liberty Falls, Chitna Alaska

DADDY

Pictures of us

slide effortlessly

across time.

Me learning to dance

standing on your shoes.

Identifying winter trees

by their shape.

Being the Sunday morning

greeters together at Church.

Fast forward to

needing two men to help you

enter that last canoe ride

out to the basking turtles.

And all across the line

I feel your love and pride

in and for your own life.

Your joy playing guitar and singing

at our numerous camping fires.

Your joy in Great Books and ideas.

Your LEOness loved and accepted you

knowing others would, of course.

Effortlessly changing tables

“So what are you talking about here?”

Knowing you’d be included and loved.

So was I loved by you.

And your love saw me through.

Never a word of criticism at the divorce.

Just love.

The gifts you gave me

this life time were/are immeasurable.

Your light shines down on me

And I shine back.

I love you too, Daddy.

Happy Father's Day 2010

From Lizette Estelle Burns

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RHIANNON

The story is often told of Rhiannon,

a beauteous fairy deva,

steward of the narcissus and daffodils,

the cedar and pine trees.

She had the adventure,

the fortune/misfortune

to fall in love with a mortal prince,

as he watered his horse,

awed by the nights stars above

and her beauty below.

She agreed, bravely/foolishly

to marry him.

To marry his world of duality,

of form, where the dark weighs

so much more loudly

than the light.

A world where the scales

balancing light/dark

list heavily toward the dark

by the collective freewill choice.

He vowed to love and protect her

for better/worse.

But the accusing voices,

identifying her as different,

as “not of them”, were too many.

He believed the unthinkable,

that she had killed/eaten

their child, stolen as all slept.

The judge “spared” her life,

but punished her gravely

with a collar of shame

and the requirement to carry

all who came across the castle courtyard.

As Rhiannon, we enter the world,

as babies remembering our true light,

our incredible lightness of being.

And as babies we flow our love

to those in form,

and those formless spirits

from the “other side”.

As Rhiannon, we enter the world

believing the vows that we will be

loved for better or for worse….

feeling our deservedness

in our new baby forms.

Then, as Rhiannon we begin

to experience our “differentness”.

We “see” “know” “hear” things

we couldn’t possibly see or know or hear,

that do not match the collective "reality".

Like Rhiannon, in pouring out our love

we are stunned to experience others

hurting us deliberately, out of their wounding.

Like Rhiannon,

we become sentenced to a life,

collared by the yoke of the collective reality.

We feel sentenced to carry others

across the threshold/courtyard.

Until the day, like Rhiannon

when our inner child returns,

that stolen, murdered, eaten child.

And we welcome home that lost part

of ourselves into a life of choice.

Until the day we realize

that it’s OUR choice

whether we carry

anyone anywhere.

It’s our choice how we donate

our light and love

to the darkness,

to the balance.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 25, 2010

I BREATHE CREATOR’S BREATH

I breathe Creator’s breath in.

I fill with light.

I feel full.

I expand.

My body expands.

I breathe Creator’s breath out.

I see the creation of my life.

I "see" the things,

the blender for my smoothie,

the mephisto sandals I love,

the black shirt I’ll wear today.

I breathe Creator’s breath in.

All returns to the Oneness.

All becomes the light.

The incredible lightness of being.

I AM

the breathe of Creator.

Creator breath’s only

as I breathe,

as you breathe.

We are ONE.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 1, 2010

Experienced so viscerally in my meditation this morning.