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C A U L D R O N

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Founder

 

Before the beginning 

roots stretched deep

I slept

nested waiting in the branches

of the Tree That Always Was

at the Center of Everything

 

When it was time

the Serpent

great and green

fearsome and fascinating

emerging from the center 

of the Tree That Always Was

 

With coils and spirals 

my Body

woven and stitched

into existence

 

A gift from the Center of Everything

 

From toe to crown

entwining caressing holding my Body 

gentle and firm

encouraging

encouraging

 

Follow me. 

 

Moving like Trust through the 

dark marshes wet

sticky soft yielding 

receptive

 

Come. 

 

Inky lake cold

twinkling stars 

as above 

reflecting in the water 

so below

 

Go. 

 

This is where I leave you. 

 

Seeing feelingly

I touch the water

first third eye

then Body

sliding surrendering submerging completely 

into the cool depths 

 

Swimming into the unknown  

lost in purpose 

knowing only in my bones 

cold water on skin

refreshing and urgent 

 

Keep going. 

 

Cave of Learning 

pink luminous jellyfish 

Shelves of Knowledge ascending

Wisdom Tools

books bottles powders

 

Come. 

 

Passageway of Experience 

light

beauty

piping pulsing

 

Go. 

 

Rising

through Cave and Passageway

at the Center of Everything 

inside the Tree That Always Was

becoming

becoming 

becoming 

the Serpent

great and green 

who coils and creates

at the Center of Everything 

in the Tree That Always Was.

 

I am.

 

You are.

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Dreamtime Story Beginings
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As the day gives birth to night

On the beginning of the end

The fire of the collective

Burns bright

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The blue steel grey of the day giving birth to the night sky 

slowly 

by degrees, the sucking of the light from the place, 

a privacy of time and space 

 

time out of time

place and beingness ringing like a bell

the hammer knocking a resonance through the dusk

 

stirring of words and images, 

scattering of pollen

Meanings shifting and meeting, 

threads crossing and parting, 

paring down, 

distilling, 

washing pigment to its most vivid concentrate 

 

I look at the breast plate mounted on the wall. 

The gold fabric hanging over and around 

the gold of the beeswax - that ancient smell of richness and plenty

 

and I ache

for this gold shell marked for Yoruk 

 

a cover 

the sleeve of a book

the hull of a ship - ready to withstand blows. 

The cast of a body: real, warm, 

soft and curved as a woman is 

 

cross my heart 

shield me

 

But ready to be removed

shelled and uncovered 

 

beeswax and canvas 

an oil cloth

 

breaking the waves, and taking on water 

lying discarded on the lake’s edge with a heap of land clothes

 

 

The clifftop place with gentle, close-cropped grass, soft underfoot.

 

I watch the Sun on the sea. Those caressing waves. That digital crystal-faceted glitter and constant change.

Yoruk hands me a grey bundle. I take and twist creamy golden fabric, 

strong ropelike, and form a circle 

to wear around the head 

or waist 

 

a dark portal, the waterfall in the woods, but now, no fear - I swim under and into the dark body of the land

 

I am Yoruk, strong, animal,

A sense of fur, ears twitching 

 

natural - in my nature -

climbing easily up tree roots that meet the edge of my still pool, deep in the woods.

climbing easily, big and strong

well equipped with belt, cloak and bundles

 

We dance, Yoruk and I: freely

Slowly sharing 

giving and taking 

sex is there, good attraction 

belonging, 

but the dance continues. I am held on their lap in their big arms, safe - desired and desiring 

dancing together is responsive and powerful 

no self-consciousness
Both following an inner guide, our intuition 

moves are made to each other 

from each other

 

I took breaths, deep and nourishing, smoke and forest, clear and strong. 

I wore my fur, my skin,

 my breasts and heart alive to touch. 

 

I wore the gear of a traveller 

of one prepared to take care of things 

to bring what’s needed 

to be self-contained, 

 

beauty and calm 

excitement and fear, 

the hum of aliveness 

 

—-

today, I felt that larger than life Bodhisattva held the essence of Yoruk: this comfort of their size 

and carved to show mercy, to be a mother goddess

 

The strength and ease of him / her / me,

 just natural and capable, 

climbing, dancing, swimming, 

the lithe animal-authenticity of movement 

 

 the pose of being ready to go if needed -

One foot in each world. 

 

Sometimes, moving through my day

 I felt the strong column of my back, my sure movement

my flexibility with energy 

patient to try and match it to others 

to be there, 

no pushing, no pulling. 

 

Sometimes I felt the comfort of the larger figure standing over me, compassionate, caring, protective 

 

me: small 

me: okay in myself,  in this care

 

———

 

To carry the wound in the Heartwood 

to meet others, clear eyed,

no demands 

 

to hear them 

to see them 

real meetings - no mergings 

Eye to eye

Being to being

 

My Midsummer fire at the sea’s edge,

waiting for the others

The Sun like a hand on my back 

 

I have everything I need in that moment

 

proving this to myself and living the knowing 

this is the way back

 

The belt, 

the knife, 

the fire, 

the swim, 

the solitude

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I could write of it now, perhaps—

A line drawn up through my proud body

To the sky and through and through—

Through carnations that mock me

Lurching from star to star

Scrolls spewing from my sacrum

Limbs held tight, reverently

By the land I wandered for the first time alone

And galaxies are poured on me.

 

This is the deep belly

Dark as it gets—

I dwell within.

My tradescantia hair cascading

Their roots feeding on newspaper cuttings

A stained yellow door

To glutting shamefulness

Bloodline of oily awfuls.

 

This hateful haze,

This scorpion’s ocean,

This tower, struck and passed through,

A perfect square of sky in its centre

To focus and shape the tenfold-tenfold-dome.

You were there,

Blue anorak and lookfar gaze,

Each step a patterning,

Dark-and-silver hair stringing loom-like 

Across your face.

 

There was the tree in the middle.

We all saw it

From our each own lookings

Humming with all our longings.

It sat in the hall a while

In a patient manner;

Then it slid into twenty tongues.

 

One found its way to my cunt;

Moistened it lovingly;

Then fingers that stretched and probed;

Then full-headed wanting

Filling me achingly,

Crow-cries ripped from my throat;

Pearly oozes spreading navelwards,

Smothering me,

Baptised and blissful,

Baby-smooth,

Beautiful.

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I'm the sound you hear

My heart, the fleeting moment

From the path, I strayed

 

Summoned by my audience

I've travelled a long time but a short distance

Here, where I've always been

Finally to tell you what I've seen

 

Funny, pretty, spicy,

Deep, kind and tiny

Selfish, shameless, sarcastic

Wild, dark and fantastic

All that I am and will never be

Dancing around me

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Letter to the group from Cat 

Dear travellers
This is not the end but a moment to reflect on our journey together to reach this point. Like birds we spread our
wings and look towards the future with emotional wisdom and intelligence. Our collective heart glows at the
root of the sheer mountain. Despite the ice and glass like sides, the core is a furnace and its golden warmth
shimmers on the surface. Whether we are climbing, tunnelling, swimming, or flying there are different parts to
any journey, and it is easier when there is someone holding the rope for a short or long time. In fact, it is always
there whether we feel it or not – an often-invisible thread as strong as an earth sinew connecting our hearts
tugging us through swamps, earthquakes, and eruptions.


Serazer
The sun rises and sets on the horizon. Beings of destiny hover over your tent of contemplation and meditation.
Ecstatic energy electrifies you as you meditate on the cycle of life.


Kirsty
The map sets out an array of different directions which flutter temptingly and energetically. There is an
abundance of time and energy with which to pursue each one to gain and understanding of what is offered.


Jessica
A rip in a dark universe reveals the stars of another infinite universe. You are a space traveller and know
anything is possible.


Harry
Soft and sharp, a new instrument plays a curious melody. Held in balance with gently care the bow is able to
bring ecstatic release.


Aga
The fire-leaf shows the different paths to true north, Although it is made from fire, it is substantial and will last
out a lifetime. Trust its method and your own ability to read it.


Clare
A soft feathered vessel navigates the ocean. It knows where it is going with its protective eyes holding ancient
magic. Climb on board and trust it can carry you where you need to go.


Deepali
The arrow points in the direction you are travelling and holds the centre as it is blown from winds on either side.
The seed is protected with a soft fruit and will know when it lands.


Olivia
From the storm a hand breaks free to catch its quarry as it spins along. The momentum carries a playful spark of
invention creating a new balance of things.


Tara
Snake protectors guard their precious heart. It is something they do together making their treasure whole, and
its beating pulse resonates out into the universe.


Magi
Your guiding star hovers over your nest which contains the magic carpet, and which will take you anywhere you
want to go. Creativity and imagination, intellect and logic form a platform from where to leap.


Eva
Your blue flame mirrors the pattern of the infinite universe. Everything is contained in its design and at its
centre is the entrance to the unknown. 


Isik 
Your golden petal wings are strong enough to soar through hurricanes. An array of bee species are nourished by
the pollen from your antenna stamens. 


Yours,

Yörük

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