A Meditation for the Lost Souls of the Middle Passage

The lost souls of the middle passage are now released

from the sacred waters of this vast ocean body.

The soft waves of our mother ocean have carried these souls

towards the next stage of their development, into a state of peace and purification.

Every soul has been nurtured in love.

All is well within the realm of spirit and upon this Earth plane.

As these souls heal, so do the oceans of this realm.

As these souls find peace, so does the sea life of this realm.

This light of expansion moves through the vast ocean body into the body of our very being.

We cherish the freshwater that nourishes our body,

baptizing ourselves with its eternal life force.

We allow this water to enter our body

so that it may heal us from within,

just like the sacred waters that guided our ancestors home.

Voyage to the New World ( A Poem )

The end to this stormy passage has yet to be revealed,

And although my restless and battered heart is confined to this simple vessel,

the sacred light that stirs within my soul is more expansive and abundant,

than the raging sea that moves it.

These tired eyes have been gifted with a vision of eternal life,

Evolving fragments of shimmering light,

gently peering through the small cracks and holes of the haunted deck above us.

So soft and arresting,

that you could hardly feel it when it cuts deep down into you.

Leaving you to nurse the bleeding wound,

nurtured by the last bit of hope that you can muster.

Even in these rare moments, I could embrace the remembrance of self,

And believed that it was possible

to reattach the fallen petals of a withering flower.

I gently closed my swollen eyes,

and found myself lost in the darkness, wandering through the abyss of time,

carrying the heavy load of all the bodies that were lost,

taking them to a place where they could live once again,

in a place of quietness.

Miles of lifetimes followed me, like a broken shadow of myself.

Within these hollow vessels

were the fresh memories of love, dreams, and laughter.

I felt them all.

I could feel the breath of their faint voices speaking into me,

in subtle vibrations of light and warmth that I could not understand.

And though I had carried them far throughout the ages, in the thick void of darkness,

the weight of their fragile bodies had broken me.

The tears came like an ocean, seeping through the cracks of my eyes,

for I knew that I was unable to continue this woeful journey,

towards a destination that I had never known.

I settled the seeds of their limp bodies within the silent ground of nothingness,

Without shame or regret, for I was only one soul,

and I could not hold the weight of them all.

I had to let them go.

As I released them, they drifted away from me.

A colorful flock of illuminated birds,

settling into the deep cavities of night.

They had found their sacred place.

A place of memories, love, dreams, and laughter.

In that moment,

I realized that this harrowing journey,

this pilgrimage of unbearable struggle and pain,

was for me.

All along, I was drifting towards myself.

I thought of all the endless miles and lifetimes that passed before me,

and I realized that I had not carried these souls but that they had carried me.

A blooming tunnel of light expanded before me, like a hidden doorway into my soul.

The voices that had carried me spoke into the womb of my broken heart,

guiding me towards my place of stillness.

I could now understand the whispers of the prayer,

which had been gifted to me upon my voyage.

And as the light slowly unraveled,

upon the scars of my glistening body

They softly told me,

to open my eyes.