Wildflowers Praying at Midnight is Jaiya John's newest collection of poetic verses, rich with stories, prayers, devotions, affirmations, incantations, soul summoning, and mystic dreaming. For longtime and new readers of Jaiya John, Wildflowers provides fresh medicine for a humanity moving through profound collective harm, reckoning, revelation, and revival. In a voice both ancestral and prophetic, each page offers a lush garden of spiritual and social blooming. Nourishing salve and balm for this moment and beyond. Pollinated and nectar-rich in John's customary Love-soaked language, this soul-stirring collection confronts all forms of oppression at their often-avoided root. Wildflowers Praying at Midnight soothes and guides your tender heart and our kindred way forward. Dr. Jaiya John is a poet, author, ancestral Baba, and freedom worker whose wisdom will resonate for the ages: When we pray wild together in the midnight of our despair, we fashion the sunrise of our glorious new world. Come join this dreaming.
2025. 5 x 8. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. 282 pages. Inspirational / Social Issues / Personal and spiritual growth and healing.
If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.
These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.
Sojourner and Harriet… Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.
This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life’s work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.
This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.
2024. 5 x 8. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. Volume One of Two. 258 pages. Inspirational / Social Issues / Personal and spiritual growth and healing.
If you have read my prior work, you know that all of this is just a Love letter from the Great Mystery to our earthly yearning souls. As such, with these two new volumes of poems, stories, essays, prayers, and devotions, I desire that you feel the intimacy and urgency of where you and I now find ourselves. Since late 2023, as horrific massacre, new and old, slow and swift, in many forms and lands, has at last captured our collective human attention, our pain and grief and resurgent Love have gushed through my heart and being night and day. Like many of you, my every cell and molecule has been both decimated and revived. I have given myself to this, our profound upheaval. I have crumbled our heartbreak into the sea of this unbearable season, this ongoing sermon of sorrow and solace. In these soul waters, I have soaked up our manna and nectar to bring home to you.
These two volumes are the entire balm I have been able to gather for you. We Birth Freedom at Dawn is a book and birth water. The title came to me as I ran up a steep hill on a recent summer morning, sun blessing my skin, sweat baptizing my ascendant birthing time to push and deliver. Our ancestors have been with me in a hushed and cradling way during these months of mourning and morning. As this title came to me, Sojourner Truth and Harriet Tubman in particular settled in my bones and blood and breath. These two sturdy grandmothers have wet eyes as they hold us now. It is their insistence that we be free of our oppressive ways that has ushered forth these tribal words.
Sojourner and Harriet… Have you ever seen two monarch butterfly mates dancing in sunlight? They may to our eyes seem incredibly light of wing. Their flight, though, is a consequence of unimaginable struggle and endurance. And yet, here they are, still dancing, still joyful, filled with the orange of sun, bringing forth their generations.
This title, We Birth Freedom at Dawn, is what its offering is: A radical call. An invocation. A summons. To stir and galvanize and mobilize us. The word We is for our collective humanity. Birth speaks to our unconquerable Divine Feminine and its reclaimed role as we go forward, for the conception, gestation, and birth labor. For we already have this freedom. We do not have to chase it down. We have only to bring forth what is already in us and of us. The word Freedom: An acknowledgement of my life’s work and ministry, including my earlier and kindred book Freedom: Medicine Words for Your Brave Revolution. And Dawn, a hopeful word, for our freedom soon come. It is not long now, dear soul. Not long. Our dark night of the soul too has its end.
This title is a declaration and decree. A promise and prophecy. An awakening and activation. A chant, hum, ceremony, remembrance song. To speak and feel this title is to call forth this freedom alive within each of us. Our freedom is stirring, nascent, divine, and truth. Soon, the fawning sprout begets the forest, and the raindrop begets the river. I pray these words bring back from the brink the many who are on the edge of despair, fear, hopelessness, terror, and fatigue. To allow us to see and feel and be what is coming and indeed what has always been here in the fertile earth of our sacred architecture. My God, these words are prayer.
2024. 5 x 8. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. Volume One of Two. 258 pages. Inspirational / Social Issues / Personal and spiritual growth and healing.
Dear Artist is Jaiya John’s mystic Love letter to artists and to all souls, to enrich your creative life. A full-blooded, sensual, intimate honoring and celebration of the divine spark of creativity in you. Jaiya’s letter reads like a private sharing from an old friend, offering an affectionate voice of purpose and clarity.
You may be startled by how deeply your tender heart feels seen, listened to, honored, affirmed. Find in these pages tide pools of poetry and passion. Wade into any rejuvenating page and soak your weariness.
Jaiya traces back to your beginning in life, to touch with Loving medicine those points in your journey that harmed or nourished your river of soulful expression. These offerings will help you dissolve your barriers, transcend your fears, and transform your challenges into a composted kind of peace.
The passages also activate the collective, communal, interdependent nature of creative expression. For your art is not only about you. It is also about your ancestral place and duty in this sacred web of life. Art is how Life Loves itself.
Dear Artist is concerned with resuscitating the human soul, helping us remember our sacred ways of being together and honoring the beauty of this world. It is a revival for artists, activists, revolutionaries, healers, students, teachers, and anyone who yearns to ignite the embers of their passion.
Jaiya’s Love letter reintroduces you to your original soul condition: vivacious, awestruck, unimpeded, fully alive. If you hunger to find and liberate your truest voice, to free your tears of grace, to express what your ancestors could not, Dear Artist serves a feast for you. If you thirst in the desert of your disillusion, Dear Artist is a well water, bright and clear and plenty. This is no art instruction manual. These words will have you naked, making Love, making art.
2023. 5 x 8. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. 220 pages. Inspiration / Personal growth and healing / Spiritual growth.
You are a cane of sugar. Your stalk is cut and crying. Your Love pours out. You cannot stop. This is why you are free.
With All These Rivers and You Chose Love, Jaiya John continues his mystic storytelling and passionate pouring of medicine words. This compilation of reflections floods your soul and heart with an intimately personal mercy for your tenderness, painting beauty over the landscape of your inner and outer life.
Sometimes its words feel like those of a doting grandmother, prickly and soft at once, always dripping wisdom. Its language is a delirious treasure map, a sanctuary you revisit time and again. Like licking sugar, these compact pieces infuse you with feel good. They are your morning lemon water. Your evening bubble bath. Your oracle on the summer porch. Massage, prayer, and spiritual practice all at once.
All These Rivers and You Chose Love will have you laughing, crying, and reflecting on your soul and life with a gentler gaze. Wrap this comfort blanket around you. Sip its heart-seasoned broth. All These Rivers will entrance you to remember yourself and send you on a journey of sweeter dreams. Before you turn out the light in bed, you will want this book to kiss you goodnight.
2023. 5.5 x 8.5. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. 286 pages. Inspiration / Personal growth and healing / Spiritual growth.
Jaiya John follows up his books Daughter Drink This Water, and, Freedom, with this aromatic delight for your soul. Fragrance After Rain is a sensitive, hopeful, intimate movement through your many seasons of tenderness, and the beautiful meaning and grace that grow from that fertile ground. If you love Rumi, Hafez, Gibran, and other classic mystic poets, here is your honey jar. This book is pregnant with balm and salve so personal and intuitively attuned, you will be certain the words were birthed just for you. Sustenance as you live through your personal moments, and through the collective moods of the world.
Fragrance is a free flowing melody of petite stories and mystic whispers, a wildflower meadow you may enjoy wherever you lay yourself within it for a moment and breathe beautifully. These inspirational pieces are entirely liberated from chapters and sections, freely roaming, drifting on spirit breeze as they wish. Each word-bouquet is gathered and growing according to the sunlight, soil, and water of Love’s orchestral conducting. Open this book, turn to a page, let your eyes arrive to any brief orchard of words, and allow your heart to taste the fruit and meet its craving. Whatever words you meet are the words you need in the moment. In this Fragrance story, the one who speaks, is spoken to, and is spoken about is you, BeLoved. All of this is you.
This is a book of bright clouds in the sky of your life. Bringing you beauty, meaning, the downy reflection of sunlight, life-replenishing rain, and a sweet fragrance thereafter. Walk, dance, sing, and repose yourself through this aromatic pasture, and feel a peace that is both medicine and music for your soul. Be careful, dear Lover. If you sip these words slowly and savor their essence, you may become a mystic. 2021. 5.5 x 8.5. Hardcover and softcover. First Edition. 306 pages. Inspiration / Personal growth and healing / Spiritual growth.
No Man Came is the short story of a woman faced with a terrible choice. Inheriting love, pain, and a haunting warning from her Mammy, she grows into a fateful relationship with herself and others, especially her relationship with men. She begins her story in a thick vernacular voice, a voice as rich and deep as the soil of her cultural roots. Naked, raw, and urgent, No Man Came bleeds out its words with a surgical intensity that pierces the reader's emotional and spiritual womb. The peril and dire desperation this woman endures stick like summer cotton on the sharp seed hull. No Man Came is the story of a woman who waits. And waits. Until she can wait no longer. Finally, she chooses.
Written when Jaiya John was 23, No Man Came is a rare taste of his earliest work, revealing the nascency of a mystic storyteller who seems inhabited by endless souls. Limited Edition Hardcover Exclusive. 2022. 5 x 8. 130 pages. Fiction / short story.
