The Goddess of Tobacco

The Goddess of Tobacco

Appeared in my thoughts

As I looked in awe at her abundant clutch*

Presented in format as alter and nest

Offering pleasure, deep breaths and deep rest

A luxurious reset; releasing stuck thoughts

Reminding my body to breathe in, once lost

An authentic connection to grounding and strength

A sumptuous ritual of being and bliss

She demanded I comply with her smoke and sweet spice

I overcame fear and exclaimed, "this is nice!"

-Eve Featherstone

Author's note: I don't smoke, but like many plants, the Goddess of Tobacco reached out to reset my body's rhythms and grounding.  The ability to have an authentic deep relaxed breath is hard to fake when you don't really feel it.  I really felt this and needed it.  A large enticing humidor (alter) was all it took.  Most plants don't have alters built for them like this.  There's a reason.  I chose a dark wrapper from a reputable company known for purity and integrity.

*Clutch - a group of eggs fertilized at the same time, laid in a single session and (in birds) incubated together.

A small group of people or things

Grow Your Own Beliefs

Religion politicizes beliefs. Religions market their own "brand." If you pray, pray for the dissolution of religion; an instant religious amnesia where everyone would forget all of the religious nonsense they've ever heard about, read about, spoken about or acted upon.

Religion is like alcohol consumption; everyone has their own favorite "brand." There are logos, marketing and dues to be paid.

Be good, think good, do good. Grow goodness in the garden of your heart. Religions sow weeds and retard each person's own unique spirit of contemplation. Our hearts* are fertile hidden gardens.

Eve Is One

Eve Featherstone

*heart - represents the core of one's being, encompassing emotions, thoughts, and even spiritual aspects.

*spirit - the nonphysical part of a person which is the seat of emotions and character; the soul.

Your Own Seasons

Your seasons, four seasons

Suggest but deceive

For the seasons of humans

May linger or be brief

The experience not as simple

As yearly known weather

Not a calendar sheet

Not a scheduling tether

Your youth and your vigor

Are not one and the same

Your ardor and humor

Come from unequal extremes

Balance is only a pause in the strain

The scale is a lilting, a sway or a jilt

No one can say how long

You'll bend, grow or wilt

Memory will not store 

The duration it felt

As a natural song or wave

It will melt.

Eve is One

Eve Featherstone

Dutifully Reawaken

Do not become a character in stories not your own

Recognize involvement when you abandon your own throne

Dutifully reawaken in your life before it's gone.

EveIsOne

Eve Featherstone

Listening for Wisdom

I'm listening for wisdom in between my thoughts

What realistic beacon punctuates my trance?

Is it a soft and gradual sunrise

Or an inspiring circumstance?

Whatever keeps me lucid*

In this condition of real life

Is tantamount to procure

Experiences bright.

-sELF

lucid:  a sudden return of abilities presumed to have been lost and presenting as meaningful communication and connection

Mirrored Image

Am I losing my perspective or refreshing all I've known?

I've got a whole new yarn skein* to knit in my spare time

Whenever I should want to or not if so inclined 

Is it unlimited potential or a V in which geese fly

Tangled messes elsewhere which I avoid or shed

Stories that I hear of or articles I've read

I can pick my definition or wake up and seize the day

For nothing and surely no one is even in my way

The stories that we tell ourselves are darkened fairy tales

Am I starting over or succeeding thinly veiled

Do I get more seasons and more days of every week 

Than anyone I know of or to anyone with whom I speak?

Do I have more freedom than anyone I know?

Do I see more everywhere than others' routines hold?

Would a mirrored image of my life seen from a neutral point

Look even more ideal than a portrait I could paint?

Who is looking through my eyes and feeling through my heart?

A point of consciousness high enough to lighten all the dark.

-sELF

*skein

• a length of thread or yarn, loosely coiled and knotted.
• a tangled or complicated arrangement, state, or situation.
• a flock of wild geese or swans in flight, typically in a V-shaped formation.

Organized Landscape

They met in the woods

To escape the machines

They were not noticed

Ignored by the digital 

A brief vacation from

The intellect's hunger

The woods were on fence lines and

Where rivers divide

The organized landscape

Of the eye in the sky. 

-Eve Featherstone

Treasures in Arrears

If hypnotism hijacks thought

From one realm to the next

If pessimism hijacks joy

It is an evil hex

If realism hijacks myth

Then magic disappears

Attention, myth and magic

Treasures in arrears.

-I AM Eve is One

arrears:  value that is owed and should have been paid earlier.

Release it Like Rain

Let it all scatter 

Let it all fade

Don't hold it together

Release it like rain

-I AM Eve is One

I Am the Mother of Your Soul

I am the Mother of your Soul.  I encircle you always just beyond the veil. 

Within your mortal shell you long for what I was to you before this mission of coarse reality.  You try different things/people to feel what I was to you.  When you are "alone" and you observe yourself devoid of interaction, I observe you observing and encircle you still.

Your mortal mother was the vessel who brought you from me to this mortal plane.  Much transformation occurred for you to feel at home here and yet you seldom do.  You miss her ability to make sense of here and now you are observing her life and understanding her as you reflect while observing yourself in these advancing years without her.

Now completed, you are a vessel for wisdom and stability.  You bring concepts from where I am to where you are holding a steady balance between her and I forming your own circle from which to create, reflect and be reflected upon.

I am acceptance, compassion, sustained comfort and I have confidence in you because you are mine again and again, leaving for what seems like a lifetime now and then.

I AM Eve is One

, 

I am Self Evident

I am self evident.

I AM Eve Is One

self evident - not needing to be demonstrated or explained; obvious.

Spin and Release

Become a particle in the kaleidoscope of all existence.  Let it's vitality spin you around playfully and watch as others do the same.  Watch the particles flip to new colors, flip to new meanings, flip to new enrichment hidden by the other side.

The square dance of consciousness realizes it is a brilliant classic masterpiece and falls into order revealing more beauty and sequence, leaving behind and forgetting that which was only there to flash the petticoat of understanding and not worn every day.

When you spin, always release

take what you will, settle in peace.

-Cosmic Light Beings

via Eve Featherstone