I PASS OVER

I leave my body

behind

finally.

I can so easily

join the light

party.

I can so easily

find Mom or Daddy

or past loves.

Instead I choose

to go camping

alone.

I choose with my spirit

to hang out

in the stillness.

I choose to be…

silent

not seeking.

I choose to allow

my I AM

to find itself.

I imgagine it so

like camping alone

undisturbed

silent.

The hours pass

watching the river

blowing bubbles

climbing.

My mind quiets

my center of gravity

finds itself.

I sit

I quite simply AM.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 13, 2011

SEASON COLORS

Vibrant gold

shines from the aspen

devils club and willows.

Preparing for the

official arrival of fall.

Yellow gold, in one tradition

the color of the 3^rd chakra,

Our power, the seat of our ego.

Tera, dressing for fall in Alaska

also wears cranberry red

close to the ground.

The color of our root chakra:

safety and survivial.

Winter: dark hours lengthen,

dark bare trees, dark ground and waters.

Followed, with relief

by the white of a pristinely

snow covered world.

Spring bursts green,

sap and energy moving up.

Green: color of the heart chakra.

of young love and June weddings.

Green protecting the soft pink

at the core, underlying.

Tera moves majestically

into the flowering of

the blues, purples and indigos

of the throat, third eye and crown chakra

of the long light of deep summer.

Energy rising through us humans,

the sun’s love raining down.

We are each a pillar

connecting heaven and earth.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

September 18, 2010

LIFE

Life starts,

carried in the

arms of another.

Later,

leaving the families arms

for comrades in arms:

peers.

Then searching for a soul mate,

as if another could make you whole.

And finally turning

within and without.

Seeking greater answers.

Finding yourself

alone in the boat,

only to realize that

Source is rowing.

If your free will

allows it so.

All that is asked

is to listen and

follow guidance.

But then one day

the boat bumps

to shore.

And Source, still love, and

the wind under your wings,

stops rowing.

And begins asking,

over and over again.

What do you want?

What brings you joy?

Oh, you don’t like that?

Withdraw your energy.

What would you like?

Co-creators we are.

Creating a life,

living a reality

framed by our perceptions.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

May 2, 2011

TOUCHING THE UNIVERSE

I sit,

fragments of poems,

circling.

None coalescing.

My mind expands

to include them all,

yet hold none.

My consciousness

is in my heart center.

Gratitude primed,

it begins to flow.

In the open space,

of only a flickering

candle

and Singing Stones.

No time.

I touch the universe

from inside

my heart.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 27, 2011

BELTANE or MAY DAY

I watch the flame

twist up,

reaching,

moving,

licking.

So yang,

so phallic

The hearth fire,

is low and warm,

red and glowing,

inviting hands closer

for warmth.

So yin, so female.

At Beltane,

May 1st,

tradition was

you “jumped the fire”.

And men and women

joined their fire.

In celebration

of joy and pleasure.

In celebration of

another season of light.

In celebration of life

in these sweet bodies.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 27, 2011

GOOSE GUARDING

Male goose stands

chest puffed out.

Guarding.

Only his head swivels,

to track invaders

on the boardwalk.

Slim female

feeds gracefully

head darting down for food

never needing to look up.

She knows he’s there.

Mated for life

he stands guard

in Alaska in the summer

in Mississippi in the winter.

Our male energy

guards and protects

our female energy

as it feeds and nurtures.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 24, 2011

LABOR & DELIVERY

When my mother labored,

and I was delivered

Daddy’s and husbands

were not allowed near.

Mom’s themselves,

flat on their backs,

were not present but drugged.

Babies arrived asleep,

“under the influence”.

One generation later,

when I had my babies,

moving around encouraged,

Midwives working with doctors.

Pain meds available

but not pushed, not taken.

Baby’s Daddy and friends

present and involved.

Babies, once again

delivered to wide awake love.

Now each of us is

birthing our post 2012 world,

deep in those labor pains.

The world is not going

away in 2012.

But right now, you

are determining what

that new world

will be like for you.

Are you laboring

flat on your back,

listening to instructions

from someone else?

Are you accepting the anesthesia

offered you minute by minute?

Another credit card application.

And you’re already approved!

Buy more.

Have more.

Show off more,

but don’t think.

Or are you in labor,

breathing with the pain and

grateful for each respite?

Lining your bed side

with friends and family and guides

who truly support you.

Are you using

meditation/prayer,

a walk in the sun,

a funny movie,

coffee with friend

for your pain meds?

We are all laboring.

And we will deliver.

I want my new life

to be delivered to

wide awake love and joy.

Not to mention deep peace.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

April 6, 2011