Past life, this life, the lives.

Present is the past incarnated in the future.

Future is the present incarnated in the past.

Past is the future incarnated in the present.

Now. Then. When.

Karma ebbs and flows.

Move with the tide.

Synchronistic ride.

More than fate or destiny.

~April Rameé


This poem is inspired by the Goddess card I pulled this morning, Isis. Isis represents past lives according to the card deck. I find it interesting as I journey to NY to practice with Dharma Mittra to reflect upon my life. I think life is a great remembering of the past and who I am. There are moments along the path that I consider a great awakening to the true nature within myself. These past parts of who I was that create who I am. These future ideals that shape the present moment of what I choose and who I become.


This is a draft. I am sure there is more to add at a later date.



Heart in-A-blaze

Heart in-A-blaze

Today we set fire to you.

Yes you!

The heart that is cracked, broken.

We lit a fire into your dead pungent remains.

Burned down our regrets.

Purified the soul.

Honored the sacred directions.

Bowed to the full moon goddess of receptivity.

Yes today we set-a-blaze to the heart and sent it out into the river to flow into the infinite sea.

There you can be reborn.

Mother Earth carries your true purpose back into our hearts.

~April Rameé


crystal bowlA year ago on New Years Day my heart broke in a way I have never felt. I lost hope in love, pushed out into sea with no help, stranded, scared, and lost. Synchronistic events led to the physical representation of the heart through my crystal bowl to be broken as well. A crystal bowl I played representing the heart chakra, beautifully tuned, also cracked and no longer sang as if the bowl felt my pain and my heart fall into the abbess.

Finally, after a year, I offered the cracked heart chakra bowl into the river at Rock Creek. Under the full moon we head out through freshly fallen snow, guided by the light of the full Moon Goddess. In a circle of ceremony with dear friends, Mayrose, Anjanaye, Amber, Philly, and Aqeel, we set on fire our pain, let go of the past year, ready to move forward with love full in our hearts. We watched the fire burn within that broken bowl. I watched the letter I wrote to the past consumed by flames. Full moon shined down into our circle. The hands of the Moon wrapped around our hearts, pulling out the discarded sections. We offered the physical representation of the heart to the river in DC, returning crystal to Mother Earth. Into the womb of the all powerful. Mother Earth guides the broken love and transforms the pain, washed and cleansed by the river to flow through the heart of DC.


Let our act of letting go and mending be reflected into the city of DC and lend a healing hand to all beings. May the intentions flow to the sea, evaporate into the air and rained down throughout the world.

I love you. I love you all. Thank you.