CIRCLE OF DREAMS 
& SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCES

with Alejandra Warden

September and October 2022 


SACRED FEMININE
a Spiritual Retreat 
October 2022

 

THOMAS KEATING INTERSPIRITUAL SEMINAR

and 

All Souls Interfaith Gathering




 


The Place where I Come from


by Alejandra Warden




I come from warm green valleys and cool naked hills.

I come from unfinished shadows,

From desert sharp plants,

From land of donkeys and mountain lions.

 

I come from relaxed siesta times from two to five,

And from full moons and from full suns.

I come from meadows of chamomile,

from Mondays of rain, Tuesdays of baking,

and Friday night Fiestas.

I come from the Eternal.

I come from the Sierras.

 

I come from here and from this.

I come from there and from that.

I come from coming, and from singing

And from leaving all behind me.

From leaving homes, friends, and jobs,

teachers and workers, students and parents.

I come from leaving behind 

the soil that saw me sprout once.

I come from detachment. 

 

I come from tears,

I come from hugs,

I come from love.

 

I come from circle dances full of wide black skirts and blouses.

I come from Samba, 

from beating drums at the sound of the heart.

I come beats the drum.

I come beats the heart.

I come, I come, I come, beats the drum.

 

I come from rhythms.

I come in cycles.

I come from balance.

I come from silence.

 

I come from the east and from the west.

I dance one day and stand the next.

I come from the noun and from the verb.

I come from the first primordial words:

Life Be, so that Life is.

 

I come from the basic.

I come from the voice and from the song.

I come from the breath.

I come from the center.

I come from emptiness.

 

I come from the heat of the flame,

from the freshness of the breeze,

from the wetness of the rain,

from the sun’s radiance and the moon’s reflection.

I come from the origin and its originator.

I am its creation.

I come form the idea, the thought, and the intention.

I come from meaning.

 

I come from the womb:

cosmic container, celestial shaker.

I come from binding:

from the joining of celestial floating particles.

I come with shape and yet I’m shapeless.

I come in body. 

I come in soul.

I come in hands,

trying to embrace, trying to serve, trying to bless.

I come from surrender.

 

I come from the Earth and from the Sun,

And from the loving morning star.

I come from the roots and from the leaves,

from above and underneath.

I come from the attraction of life and form.

I come from within.

I come from the Whole.

 

I come from the One, then from the Two,

and I am the three.

I come from inside,

because outside does not exist.

I am the northern white mountain wolf.

During the day I live in packs, feed and survive.

And every night I haul my longing 

to the moon and to the sky.

 

I am the dream that someone dreamt once.

I am the smoke of a native pipe.

I’m the still point in the middle of the sphere and from there I whisper…

I am the voice of silence and the light of darkness.

 

I come from the eye of the tornado and the mouth of the volcano.

I come from the embrace that two grey clouds 

gave to each other on one stormy day.

I am the thunder and I am the ray.

And I am more!

I am the clouds.

I am the air.

I am the rain 

and the sun shining, everywhere.

I am the space.

I am the Earth.

And I am more!

For I am All!

 

And yet I’m nothing, 

Nothing at all.

I’m just a tiny little drop.

I am of God.

 

I come from the place that no one can touch, nor see, nor smell.

I come from the place that no one can name.

I come from the center.

I come the heart.

I come from the essence.