RAMKUVERBA
Much of life remains a mystery. Why is a Mothers timeline longer than her Children’s? Why do we feel love even when there’s differences? Why is there beauty and balance even when the elements are separate?
I don’t know. It is what it is. Expressing a calling does not require one to know, it requires one to listen, accept idea, and to be bold enough to let it have a place.
Ramkuverba’s legacy represents an ongoing thread of love with a reminder that life unapologetically lends us grief as well as glory while we borrow time.
Often I witness her being remembered dearly by my Mother. Her wisdom continues to guide the Women she embraced as her own.
To the ancient Grand Mother who bestows blessings upon her modern Children. With compassion, and sacred song that mysteriously timed it's arrival to this calling…
Red Love
who am I to write this? I am no one
I am in the Field, the Field is in me
the Field says, take the fire of death
and strike it with love, I dare you
blood whispers: know where you come from
remember that blue will come
and blue will go
but never will your heart glow red
when you are repeatedly not in flow
with the thread
to be in flow is to know
to know the truth of what came first
what came first was you and me, and mother
you and me, our love, and the Field
see? our love came first
the love came before the blue
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no one makes the case
the case in the shadow, the unclaimed case
if you go, i go, if i go, you go, and so, we go
the irony no one will see is
the fire of death circles the fire of love
because love came first
love has an order
like every case that needs an order
blood makes it's case:
the only real case, the only real order, is the order of love!
don’t get lost in the blue
get found in the Field
in any case, sooner or later, there will be a fire
and you will have to strike it red with love.
1903 - 1989
'ROSE"
song by Ayla Schafer
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Softening all the hardness
Melting all that’s frozen
Letting go of the sorrow
Dissolving into love all the shadow
We are woman, we are bringers of life
We are vessels of love, expressions of the divine
Sisters hold my hand, you are stronger than you know
We are opening to love, we are learning how to grow
We hear the call, we are returning we remember
We are like the rose we are stronger than we know
Ancient mother, moving through us
Roots growing deep in our ancestry
Medicine woman, daughter, mother and lover
Reclaiming the power of our sacred memory
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All song credits and copyrights belong to Ayla Schafer
Ayla's music is available for purchase on Bandcamp
from Silent Voices, track released October 6, 2020
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