The Angels surround me
In you
In me
All around us
Benevolent spirits
We channel them
Are them
Came from them and will go back to them
We came here to meet again
In this special place
Sacred
To celebrate life
Ourselves
Sexuality
Heal each other with our stories from our hearts
Allowing our beautiful souls to shine through our past traumas
As they are erased
We are reborn
Like the earth is reborn each spring
Getting back into tune with nature
Such a beautiful thing
By night, by day, fifty shades of gay
The beige, the pink, the queer, the fae
A fandango of faeries with lavendar farts
Medicine to heal and mend broken hearts
Improvised singing, heartbeats and drums
Heart circles, meditation, yoga, numb bums
Tinsel curtains and fires, rivers, rocks and trees
Banquets and sunrise, hot baths, dirty knees.
Ten days an oasis, a whisper, a cuddle
Warm by the fire, from the outside we huddle
Battling demons, clutching mugs of steaming tea
Evolve, Emerge, with wings we’re set free.
Honouring sexuality as a sacred force of nature.
Revealing love as divine presence, infinite, abundant and meant for everyone.
Uniting the worlds of spirit and matter, expressed in art, in dance, in rhythm, in drag, expressed in ecstatic flow and in majestic stillness.
Featherstone.
Fires on the water. Deep peace and deep release.
Flames igniting in hearts. Butterfly wings outstretched.
A new season begins
a new circle forms
a tribal confluence
of butterfly souls
Fragile and fresh
at winter’s end
transitioning into the light of March
into Spring air, Aries fire
lifting us out of the inner realms
sharing our dreams and desires
we rediscover our Selves
The land gradually warming
cold castle stone slowly heats in the sun
Love in us awakening
Spring’s call to grow, to know, to fun
The faerie within calls us back to nature
to play, to laugh and dance
to birth the shamanic tribe of lovers
born to serve the divine romance
Transformers, Heart Warriors, Shamans and Scouts
the Healing Tribe is Coming Out
Faeries, Fools, Mollies and Mavericks
shaking off the darkness that makes people sick
Lightbearers, Explorers, Conduits of Spirit
renewing our contract with Life, Love and Magic
finding our Butterfly Wings
We breathe colour here,
while the world turns
and waits and burns,
sprites collect in circles.
Howling at the clouds,
we sit with the quiet trees,
the roots around our feet,
kissing palms to a full moon.
In the mushroom patch,
we open the space to begin,
with a drum beat growling
while faeries fuck in flames.
Let our invisible fire cross
every fold of a map
let the grey sky crack
as we twirl in beautiful mess.
Touch us love us here,
while the world turns
and waits and burns,
tell how you found us.
Tell how you found the faeries.
