gift it
without compulsion or expectation.
receive it
unconditional, and with grace.
know it
to be earnest and true.
inexhaustible
combustible
inexorable
….
adorable
live free,
and you will
fly.
Category: What it is
going home
home,
where dreamers
and lovers
rule
with velvet fists.
home,
where swallows and
dragonflies
scribble love notes
across the sky.
take me along that silvery path
that leads beyond the moon and stars,
where
unicorns and dragons play.
take me to that simple place
where love shines openly from my face.
that simple place
that fearless place
that eternal place
that sacred space
or,
close your eyes….
and let me take you there –
I promise, we won’t need go far.
Funk Soul Brother’s Incredible Kite
my heart is my soul’s favorite kite-
made of blood, guts,
and the stuff of stars.
it burns as high
as it flies hot.
from a realm of magic,
sometimes my kite brings back
anarchist words
to excite you
to frighten you
to caress you
to challenge you.
these gifts
freely i share.
but,
its my kite.
Echoes of What Could Be
faint
whispers
call softly,
like the night fire’s morning embers.
call to you,
…call to me,
call us
to share that spark,
and build a warming flame
-together.
take my hand
for it is cold,
but I know the way.
come,
let us light the winter of the world,
both night
&
day.
come,
beautiful
child of Gaia,
come and play with me.
the future
is here.
and it is ours.
Shadow Walkers
a time
for silence.
to disappear grandly
into the deep nothing,
that is everything.
familiar
becomes strange.
the fiercest of bonds
are slackened
by an ever errant wind.
but that breeze has a purpose,
and
a name.
a name without letters,
which peals like silver laughter
in the depths of your soul.
She
blows like a whisper,
and
She
whispers
like a shadow.
She
knows where you are going.
She
cares-
She
cradles-
She
casts you into the maelstrom-
with strong loving arms.
but you will be lost
to them.
even as you dance upon the starlight,
they will
only see you
kneeling
in the shadows.
they have not heard HER song-
or they choose not to.
she is Your mistress,
Your guardian,
Your mother….
Surrender,
and be loved.
Surrender,
and join her in song…..Surrender,
and be love.
bring them out from the shadow,
and let them dance
in the fire of their souls.
The After Party
pounding
so gently,
knocking at Destiny’s door.
asking,
“when, when will we know
what this is?”.
the reply,
swelling up
from your cores:
“you know what
this is….
you know,
you do.
and so we dance
to the pounding drums.
we dance like children in love.
we dance like angels in ecstasy.
we dance like lovers: Supreme.
we dance forevermore.
Night Slide
twixt here
&
there,
you may find
yourself staring desperately into the silence.
look closely,
and you will
hear Truth
screaming your name.
do not look away,
for there is nothing else
but you.
nothing but the two
of you,
and eternity.
Eternal Soulstice Eyes (a prayer for winter)
through the
grey cold
of the coming dark,
closed eyes
see
only wonder
and light.
lost in the emptiness of
the long nights,
i settle before
the scrubbed hearth,
lost in a reverie
of endless possibility.
the beauty of Spring,
Summer,
&
Autumn
all wrapped up
within,
feeding this
flame.
such beauty i feel.
such beauty and love.
come walk beside me,
in the fire of my soul,
and I will remind you of the wonders
within yours.
close your eyes.
let us warm ourselves
in the solitude of winter.
silly sunshine snow shoes (or flip-flops in winter)
cold grey Winter
blows cheerfully on my cheeks.
my numbing toes begin
to tingle with excitement.
my fingers tingle as well.
and,
I sing the third verse
in this song
of love.
this song,
I sing
to you.
Stream
twisting,
and
turning,
and
slipping through
this land
and the next.
what wonders
did you trickle past
before you came
to tickle my toes?
what joy it is
to float with you
and explore these sandy shores.
in this eternal summer
of sunshine and smiles
we are,
love.
but as i climb back on land
you continue on to vistas new.
what will you see?
what will you do?
without me.
will you remember our games?
how we played happily?
will you ever return?
perhaps one day I’ll float along and find you,
but not today.
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