the artist's way and vows

the artist's way and vows

the artist's way:  walking in this world ---->
to walk in this world, to follow the artist's way - one must walk with his head high and his hands digging deep and searching low ... the energy of the soul must be strong.  deep, strong, pure, vigorous energy - positive channeling that would manifest itself to good fruits in your walk, in your life.  to walk where you must to follow - one must give up and at the same time gain life ... a constant cycle, a constant battle of balancing - a constant balancing of of change and repetition.

we live, we grow, we learn, we change, we are molded and we mold.  we embark, we hide, we seek, we find, we lend, we take, we sleep, we wake - we live.  we all can live but what is it to truly walk, to truly climb or to truly dig ... either of these actions, no matter what, indicate that you are going somewhere and/or finding something or seeing something new - you are not stagnant.  to me, that is truly walking in this world and following the artist's way.

VOW:
to look, to seek, to find, to be passionate, to be confident yet humble, to stand strong and love softly, to persevere, to be conscience and aware, to be of service, to share, to learn, to leap, to dive, to trust, to be true, to walk against the tide, to walk on the wild side, to be different, to love your enemies, to love yourself, to make changes, to be courageous, to not be judgmental, to accept what you cannot change, to reject what is not good for you, to love life and your own walk, to never ever give up, to always try your hardest.

things i've learned as i've aged

things i've learned as i've aged

1.  things always change
2.  you learn to be more graceful with yourself
3.  you don't know what you thought you knew
4.  forgiving becomes easier
5.  you learn to love exactly who you are
6.  you definitely learn that you are not invincible

possibilites

possibilites

softness,
rapidly tumbled down
and shocked my spine.
my head trembled and i
was unaware,
possibilities.
they ran wild.
covered in doubt,
worry pierced
my schedule.

the surface of us

the surface of us

beauty in my mind sits with the simple oddities.  the surface of things is appealing, but what's really of interest is why the surface is and how has it happened?  the same is with people, what's going on on the inside so much, that eventually what has been formulated within has transpired to the surface.  you cannot only look at a persons face, but deep in their eyes, the way their hands have worn, do they have wrinkles that tell secrets of much laughter through their life?  the routines and life lines of any given person act as a grid, eventually forming the future, their future perspective of life, and most definitely how they will handle it.  what instances are so in depth, so astounding, that they can change the course of a life?  it changes who they were suppose to become.  they were either given a new chance, or in a moment, their chance was taken.  i'm guessing these changes come from great losses, the most profound ones at least.  they are earned from great gains as well.  or they can be set in motion by lack of gains or losses, and the voice of repetition causes a great change.  because in human life, drama is essential to the growth of who we are becoming.  things need to change, events happen to stir up emotion, that hence forth calls upon action, which comes before change.  so this drama, these changes are reflected, eventually, into the surface of any individual.  it is written all over them.

so, the way you feel about life will show up on your face :)

know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em

know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em

things seem to get complicated, life these days.

learning when to push forward, pull back, or stay put ... isn't quite as easy as it once was.  maybe because we become more aware of the domino effect.  one thing always leads to the next and the course of difficulty (sometimes) is seriously deciding which direction you would like to go ... and a lot of things just seem to happen on their own (sort of) and you learn how to adjust your life accordingly and your perception too.  amazing where you are led when you don't fight it, but rather embrace it and just adjust your perception.  learning to listen and act on the inner voice is a skill that i acquire more everyday ... and a blessing.

bounce back

bounce back

what beat.
what step.
i do take you,
at leisure,
when i want.
commitment,
no.
back bone,
sometimes.
the heart i need,
the bounce back -
please.

saddle up

saddle up

life tumbles,
it rolls and repeats
itself
into spells
returns, revisits
peeking at
yesterday
resembling
tomorrow
saddles up,
prepares you
and wipes
you out
then you
wake up,
again.

in my shoes

in my shoes

maybe a day should exist where we actually walk in another's shoes, literally.  trade up, trade out, whatever.  our perspectives, our personal "freedom" of speech is placing each one of us deeper in our very own, little comfortable box. seeing the world as it is from our own angle is comfortable, we understand it.  everything has an order and we have an answer to all the questions, perspectively speaking.  but our own angle is just that, one.  one out of billions.  i hear what you're saying, i see what you mean, but what the hell are you talking about ... this may be crossing your mind when you cross paths with someone?  we hear them, but are we really listening?  are we really turning our direction and looking at it from their "angle"?  carefully, but maybe blindly and deaf, we interact in our relationships.  let us try to remember this each day.      ... just walk a mile in my shoes.

everyone shall share

everyone shall share

i have a dream
of peace
of just cause.

go into the divide.
divide it amongst yourselves,
fair and just.
everyone shall share
the dual meaning
of this world.

summer lovin'

summer lovin'

cold beer slides, yum, reminds me of this pure summer - how the bite of the stout quenches the heat.

heat, i love it on my body - reminding me of every inch of flesh i am graced with. along with the wind and water, i am in for a delightful, magical moment of realizing how alive (and lucky) i truly am, for now.  always, because i know better, for now.

but it does sit still - it has to - because i want it to.  i really do have the power to pause time when i wish, or when the stars align, granting some moments of neither mortality or im - just is.  damn, i love this.

there's a little rock, a little fan, a lot of sun - a lot of "nowness" and, good lovin', my days of summer.

we running, laughing, and shutting our mouths.  sharing, dipping into this divine (and thin) line of peace, a sanctuary for a promised time.  it embraces us to rest, concur memories or dream the future.  the hopes, the clarity we receive on the white sand, rushing waves, and still water.

the sun penetrates us day after day, giving to us forever (or at least a season) the beauty of more life, but less is more.  damn, all i can think of , is how freakin' lucky am i?

it's like this place, this time has been secretly planning a moment as such (like it's its job or something) to vacuum us in a moment of pure rest, a melting pot of reality and dreams, transforming all that happened this year (and before) into picture perfect clarity ... like we can sit back and view it as a painting in the louvre.

but we won't really notice, nor will it take effect until a little later in life.  no one knows.

at this point though, the sun infiltrates my body - as to become one with me.  and you can tell we have mated, for the gold rays that lay beneath my skin report of nothing but a summer love affair.  all glistened and golden... it'll stay for awhile, but then, like the summer itself, my love affair has ended -
gradually, and without notice ...

until i can't even remember the wildly passionate and easy love that danced across my skin.

city

city

over the concrete
formed and squared
buildings of glass and reflection
rise into the blue beyond
the air catches their bounce
and they sway slightly,
edge to edge

to rise and see below
the traffic does not cease
except, maybe
at dawn's early rise
when all is still silent with rest

wavy, small lake
aquatic and salty
dances in the rhythms
we stretched out, soaking in
the blessings of a paused clock.

in the middle

in the middle

in the middle of the line
the center of the page
i do want to say it
as it is

the secrets,
that aren't so mysterious
as they are sacred, so life enforcing

as the way we need
the sun and the water

the kind that speaks volumes
through the lines on our face,
the wear of our hands ...

(as to why we go and where we sleep.)

second lesson learned

second lesson learned

focus your ENTIRE life on what is important.

not pieces, not when you have time, but all of it -
all of the time.

live your life in such a way to make YOU proud.
live it by being your best self,
your best intended self -

you're already there.

just "WIDEN" your gaze.

ballerina

ballerina

in the corners, i see you.

wound up like a ballerina
in her box.
the music is playing,
but no dancing persists.

waiting, dressed up.

open it.

open it.

i say a little prayer

i say a little prayer

silk hearted and tender
i sit beside the waters,
they move as if breathing
and open up to accept the day ....

god of glory, you surpass me in everyday
constantly there, even in doubt
you stand still, a force to be and was.

i am yours and always have been.

the beauty that comes from you
blesses me like no other.

thank you for all.

blessed are those that seek me first

blessed are those that seek me first

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tempted, i do not look behind.  i see the glory you have laid, laid out on the road before me. i seek not to build up the treasures they mention. i seek not covet anything ...
i let it go.

blessed are those that seek me first.  i will give them the food and the light they require. i will give them everything that they think they needed not. for i will show you the corners of my heart and they will not be your own.  you will lay resting on my words.  my direction shall be the only one you can seek. and there you shall find new treasures, those in which you have not sought before.  i shall make you bare and free, of the world you shall not be.  you will seek me.  seek me.  nothing and everything will fall away.  for i shall be yours and you mine.  and in the eternity of ours, you shall live, breathless but full of life.  you will rest in me. you will find me and see me for what i am.  i blind those who do not see, they can never see.

for once you have tasted what i have to taste, nothing will taste the same.  for once you hear the voice that is only of my own, no others shall you hear.  you shall be mine, and i yours.  the skies will be full and open up unto those who seek, see me, and hear my voice.  once this has been granted, it shall be done.  it will be done.  and it will be finished.  i, therefore, live among you, resting in this place that only is mine.  i will stay and remain constant.  i will over come your life, i shall seek you, to love me.  i shall seek you to find me and it will not cease until at once you have known me and loved me.
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to give you a little background, i sometimes (most of the time) feel an urge to write and it's almost instantaneous how the words come out.  i'm not really sure what i am writing until i am finished and read it myself!   i'm like the minute writer or something.  but sometimes these moments wake me up at night (i keep my journal and pen right beside my bed for exactly these kinda moments) ... or other weird times, they'll hit.  that's what happened here and actually this is from last year - recently found it tucked into something and don't usually post my "writings" on here, but thought i'd share.

i thought about you

i thought about you

i thought about you
and how i needed you
how you changed me
and loved me
how you gathered me up
and picked up the pieces
from afar

i thought about you
and the music in my ear
and how i write to see
it clearly
and how i can feel you
constantly

i thought about you
and the dreams that
live within
and the inspiration
that you give me

i thought about you
and how you are blessed
and beautiful
that you are perfect
in every way

i thought about you
and how i love you
dawn until dusk
and even in my dreams
just the way you are.

rocky rock

rocky rock

tumble tumble
rocky rock
i popped the top
i just had to
STOP
but i couldn't
i wouldn't

it rose me
and drove me
to eat
until
i couldn't
and i
shouldn't
anymore

but it ran and
stood
where we gathered
and we would
if we could
because we want
to
and need
to
but we can't
or we won't

but it stayed
and
played
in our hearts
every
single day

it warms us
and loves
us
it saves us
and heals
us

i dream
you dream
so we should
and we could
if we
want to
and
need to

we have to.

the baroness

the baroness

she twiddles and sneers
like the royalty
of her persuasion
rotating thumbs in
typical fashion
of someone
purposeless,
maybe pronounced
her head held high
unruly in it's twist
and fixations.

throne appears golden
with her
but only with her
she dare not look
at the gravel beneath
her feet
the sturdy hand that
helped the build
of her castle,
built on sand.

the treasure chest

the treasure chest

i keep it in a safe place
stored in little treasure chest
the key has not been made
and i have no where to look
forsaken, forgotten it must
i cannot travel both where i could
though it shouts to me
morning through night

it gets closer
the key maker is on his way
he wants to open and unleash
the gold hidden away

i've tied it and wrapped it tight
buckled down all the loose sides
it is iron sided, steel enforced
safely protected, for today

for when he arrives and finds
what he sees and seeks
all will be changed and lost
for when the light is too strong
and the riches await
we'll have to choose to open the gate

and if that gate shall be broken
or unlocked
tomorrow will leave forever
anything that had lay before it
will sink in comparison
for the truth will set it free

once this day has come
there will be no looking back
thus you turn into a pillar of salt
all that once was will be gone
and a new kingdom shall be sought

who doesn't want to open that chest?
to find gold and riches and light
but you'll see the past no more
and a new future will await.

rumbling

rumbling

the rumbling inside
my body
the urge to burst out
and run
sweltering and uneasy
i sit and wait
for the night fall
to come
i pour myself to fit
into the glass
slipper
steadily cleaning up
stitching in
what needs mending

i speak to feel
and paint to see
the heart lay in a
thousand pieces
piercing and stapling up
what lay out
on the table.

i'll travel both

i'll travel both

i see your sight
and into your eyes
long down, bent below
i find it hard
to play the part
that way, you wish i would go

to see what i sought
to know what i fought
sit and stay awhile for sure

move in, see in
to know the beating in my heart

yes, he said
it bent down below
i stood where i could
and, yes, i travelled both.

papa

papa

there once lived a man
that we call papa
he loves a good snack
and he will always
peel you an apple.

he is crafty like that
has many tricks
up his sleeve
he could teach you
how to do
just about anything.

yes sir,
a good man to have
around
he'll even sing you a song
and has a pretty good sound.

you'll always find him outside
playin' in the dirt
six days a week
he'll teach you about hard work.

if you ask him his thoughts
boy, he'll tell you right away
no beatin' round the bush
he'll help show you the way.

that's when he'll tell ya
his philosophy on life...
"you must work hard every day
to avoid all the strife."

and he'll go on
preaching away,
"you gotta learn how to trade
if you wanna have it made!"

he'll also spin you a riddle
finding words is his fortay
and he always loves a good joke
especially when it's time to partaaay!

yes ma'am
the man knows a good time
we always love being with him
when it's time for whiskey and wine.

then it's time to relax
he'll talk all the way
he likes to sit and chat
and wants to hear
all about your day.

he's cool like that
good conversation he talks
because he loves us so much
and cares about our walk.

so that's our lil' papa
we love him so dear
that all together now
as a family....

as this father's day ends
we'll say a little prayer
to thank him and say,
"amen, sister, amen!"

grounded we rise

grounded we rise

we are one
in two bodies.
grounded, we rise
intertwined with
the divine.
we stay low,
bound by
trifles, hollows,
and holes.
a rat in a race,
we believe we
have somewhere
to go.
but we are whole,
separate from
that
we float, we fly
in a race
to take
stance
on higher ground.

turquoise dots

turquoise dots

turquoise dots
spackled against and
on my skin,
my eye now shadowed...
catching, waking
i only want to make you
feel
the dream inside,
to put it in my pocket...
fancily free
under the radar
smeared in hope
the one
you had best save
for later.

come out and find me,
walloping in the painted
house that i
smack, smear, fold
into thee lesson.

seeking bridges

seeking bridges

wounding tires pull
turning, shifting
loose gravel
settles
an old chevy
travels
you, drinkin' tea
he, lost where
the corn stalks touch
the sky
covered bridges to find
you ride to see,
he, unexpectedly
has you at ease
jokes and photos and soda,
an invitation to dine.

all you need is love

all you need is love

today i learned
the most important thing ~
being ~ any,
is love.

you've got to
really let love in.
it will behave
how it must and should
and all you do is
welcome it.

give your all
in love.
open your self up
to the possibilities.

do not hesitate
to hold on because
of fear
you'd have to let go.
enjoy what's in front
of you
for exactly what it is
or who it is.

all you need is love.

love thy brother as thyself and
thy world shall be well.

i bend

i bend

the moment has grown
where i have kissed your lips
and have liked the
after taste.
ripe and ready,
divine to my world.

your words spoken softly,
but surely off your tongue
are in line with my bones.

every last word, i stand behind.

i soften, i bend, i smile at
what seems so regular and
pure in your world, my world.

i bite, waiting to swallow.

a full meal

a full meal

in the remainder, the left over,
maybe even the thrown out -
in those eye opening glimpses
of a just created past - it sits.
it waits, its gone.

you wonder what you've lost or
gained, what you've learned, and
all that you've failed at, the
people you've let down. ever
so happily to sit in the
moment, but it goes, leaves,
always moving.

rarely do we sit and really
understand where life has
taken us - all the left overs
still remaining from full meals.

snapdragon dreams

snapdragon dreams

watch out
for the snap dragon;
the facade of images that turn
quickly creating an unreal
reality.
they lock you
in and keep you preoccupied,
guiding you to nowhere,
locked in time.
step away from this mixture
of images that flip
endlessly in front of your eyes.
step away
from all that troubles you,
 lays within the vain realms.
do not trust others to tell you
what time it is, season
it is within your life.
do not listen,
but trust the clock inside.

am i?

am i?

the art within is the art without.
i sink in, i pleasure myself in
being happy.  a choice
i would say it is and
when i am not, i have
chosen not to choose
it.  to get what
i want, a happy girl
does that make? to do
what i say, content
with in, am i?

triptych

triptych

{ i am }

for once i rise up,

i am not bound.

free like the bird,

no more perch

do i rest.

i am.

{ you are }

the only for us

to be is by you.

follow the sun,

lay it in your 

heart.

{ we are }

you must know

where to go 

for i will not 

tell you but 

we are sought 

after by the 

angels. we are 

helped. 

we are not alone.

disease

disease

like blood, boiled and pus filled,
it spreads and oozes,
continuously bursting, then
simmers down.
but it is out, like an infectious
disease that preys on a
new host, slowly and secretly
sucking the life out, one
tiny bite by one tiny bite.
no cure, only tolerance, only
acceptance with stitches or
bandages or rest.  sometimes
you can forget, but it's
always there waiting to
boil back up, infect and
sicken.  poor, weak prey.
ain't a damn thing you can do.

on our radio

on our radio

we are, or rather, we have arrived in a different world.  so much change has happened with the last decade that it has truly sculpted a different landscape.  we are not fully starting to see, the advancements of the last century.  the time to come will run rampant, like a bulldozer with no breaks.  yes, maybe we are making breakthroughs, but destroying all that may be behind us and continuing the same, vain direction.

the face has changed and we will have to look at it.  every day.  and no amount of botox or plastic or pulling and stretching or contorting will make it better.

we will have to jump in to find the new journey.  the next beat in our bass.  we will harmonize, eventually just learning new chords and lines.  the culture is changing too, so we'll find a new step to keep up, hip. rockin'.  we will find our way.  we will find our own song to play on the radio.

walked and walked

walked and walked

to persist, she walked and walked and
walked.
she sat down only
when absolutely necessary.
up again. relentless.
it was not that she really
had a place to go ...
only a state of mind.
the one that she could
never quite grasp.
always just right out of her
reach.
still, she insisted, to walk
and walk and walk.
so, so close. "surely, i will
catch up" she says
"i can see it."

plastic

plastic

thoughts stalk
the "what ifs"
the "maybe nots"
it's like a poverty stricken,
diseased thing that hangs
on the brim. never
going away.
always asking for my
change when i have
none to give.
the pockets are
empty.
no gold lies within there.
i only have plastic now.

no fear

no fear

i fear
in the night
that the day will come
when we realize
there is really nothing to fear
and we regret
all the wasteful energy
pursuing such demise.
time will be lost.
blinders that hinder us,
playing cat and mouse.

lil' humble house

lil' humble house

i wanna lil'
humble house
soft, quaint
bursting with life
movement
ideas ~
of course
tiny moments
of blessings.
a garden
a breeze
a little sunshine
laughter
travel
creating
my own
playing
simple
bright eyed and
bushy tailed.
unpretentious
all the way.

melt down

melt down

the importance of realizing
what's important
knowing when
to know,
knowing when not.

galvanized in glory,
on the throne i sit.
puddled up, sink, sinkin'
the melted pot.

i've been broken
melted down -
ready to come
out the other side.

tumors

tumors

for you,
i have dreamt, cried, ran
you have rot my flesh
and built my bones
cursing the vanity
that plays out so well.

sweet sparrow

sweet sparrow

in it, i am.
dust settled
and ashes spread.
over my head,
deep
i am.
sitting, sinking
rafting in the corners
of time.
polished, locked up
trinkets
sit of thine.

merciful, allowing
time.
sorrow, sweet sparrow
yours no more
i sit for you,
waiting.
come clean.
do the rest
within me.

for shadows linger,
i see
into thine
heart, soft now
for purpose
rewind.
mellow and cool
remember,
your mine.

stay alive

stay alive

i somehow need
to separate myself
back, inward, to
what i see or
what i do.
my joys for this life,
my love to love,
to experience
to seek.
not falling short
of dreams,
but to chase after
in wild abandonment.
not worrying
if they'll die,
but if they've had
a chance to live.

it is more focused
what is within,
the woman to become
the woman not
to become.
not rationalizing
what i seek
or want
not going after
vanity or
greed,
but only for the
purest form
to feel alive,
to love,
to be free.

20 degrees and windy

20 degrees and windy

in the winter
my bare bones cold
cracking
finding warmth,
like heaven
to sit in a bed
with blankets,
divine.
cup of steam
and sugar,
i like.
cold nose
i despise.

the new year

the new year

morning has come
on the new day
seems same as before
in the yesteryear.

but change has awoken
like it always does
coming to take us
for the new year has begun.

blessings are promised
we have great hope
all polished and shiny
to help guide us through.

i'll fly away

i'll fly away

i know how to fly
and they let me keep my wings.
sensed with precautions
perhaps so, but the
wind carries none the less.
so, to go, i will.

see you up there,
i'll be waiting
riding high on glory and song.
a place of cover,
of warmth and love.

in peace you'll see ...
where we've been and
we'll come.
to see o'er the mountain tops
and the beauty beyond.

faux fire

faux fire

in the cabin we sit
atop a mountain,
cold air and breezes
run through us
presents around a bear
we sit by a faux fire

maybe
maybe we drank too much
coffee is good this morning
play again, we will
laugh and we'll talk too much

but is it ever enough?

oh wonder

oh wonder

oh wonder, wander lust
i love thee
to dream of you
is good
i think of you
when i eat
when i sleep
play and work
wonder, you fill me
with fuel and fire
beautiful, you show me
all the new things
and fresh air
all day long.
oh wonder, wander lust.

learn to lean

learn to lean

dignity in solitude
pressed nose in the book -

to recite for you, i could.

practice makes purpose
forget what you heard.

evaluate and trials,
hard back to bear;
i'll read and rewrite
my own spoken words.

remind me what's real
what stands alone by itself

i'll show you the flipside
to any given "curse".

rouse up and fight the good fight.
errors and blessings
are around every word.

learn to lean,
follow the curves.
bending is good,
if you know what i mean.

making pies

making pies

it drives me to become better,
the days, the moments, are ever a lesson.
the humbleness,
i appreciate it for exactly
what it is helping me become.
it never gives in or gives up ....
high and low it looks and it finds me.
life is teaching me, changing me.
i'll take my slice of the pie how it comes,
served up just how i like it ...
or at least how i need it.
i'm making pies, pies.
but, i gotta tell ya ...
i'm a little full.

anywhere

anywhere

in beauty of you
tomorrow
i weep.

in the morning sun
i see you
i sleep.

lest ye go away
i will always
reap.

nothing.

i bargain today
i vow
i keep.

constant in hope
with you
to leap.

anywhere.
anywhere.

i'll go to see
in my dreams
it could be.

in my dreams,
it could be.

if you were an apple

if you were an apple

distant you seem
in the hallow of your heart
maybe your off in some crazy dream.
day dreamer, my love, you're going
too far. you've been gone too
long - loneliness in my heart.

ripened you are, awaiting the pick.
you've grown full and ready to eat.
i'll reach up and take you,
for what you are.

indiana

indiana

traveling these mountain roads
on our way to old times
taking us back how they use to think
we'll see things have changed
how far we've all come.

she'll take you where she use to go
and how they use to say
times were tough, we made it through
life gets harder and the blues always stay
back in my day, she'll say.

when rubber meets asphalt
you know we're on our way
to the see back country
and old kinfolk
friends we use to know.

tides rush

tides rush

the river tides rush,
spill out onto the banks.
life runs with it.
flowing, breathing into the land.
the earth is bountiful
and beautiful.
the rush.
i love it.
it does not stop,
forever living
and pulling life with it.

dance with me

dance with me

number. number dot.
sequences i do not know.
rhythms, yes.
they are easy to understand,
natural as they can be.
dance with me?
and i'll show you what i hear.

want vs. need vs. want

want vs. need vs. want

i love
that you are beautiful, round, and full
of surprise.
awe, in awe.
ever change, maybe not.
the fence is too high.
i shall never know
what thy neighbor may have.
the grass is green, the sun,
perfection.
movement, your moves seduce.
the voice calls to me
like a lighthouse on the sea.
but i follow it
with my eyes closed.
i can walk to follow it
as easy,
as easy as ... wanting.
alive, it makes me feel
useful
purposeful more than ever.
the eyes are brighter
just by wander.

i and you

i and you

sweet,
i'll show you sweet.
strong,
i'll show you my strength.
soft,
i'm smooth to the touch.
challenging?
you've never met such.
agony,
you'll cry for me.
heart,
i am in love with love.
life,
i am full of it, alive.
want,
i and you.

sorry

sorry

your busy by the looks of you,
the thoughts run loose
conjuring ways to use me.
build off me, amused you i did.
only with affection and not neglecting?
promising, places to go
and a person to be.
i've got to go
and dance the night away.
sorry.

only to mend you

only to mend you

can love tear you down,
and lift you up,
restless, and holding you in it's arms.
invisible love, unexpected affection
can you learn to love again.
new ways, loved ways and earning potential
every second its alive.
can it push and pull, rip you to shreds
only to mend you in the best ways.
no pinpointing, no understanding -
just being.
it is and will be.
rushing thoughts, wild dreams
it helps you breathe?
and wake anew.
like a vision in the far distance
that you cannot touch, nor shall you.
only dream a little dream,
just because.
just because it is.

i hold on, i do

i hold on, i do

things seem a bit stale,
tasty, but been on the shelf too long.
the summer's sun may help.
expectations seem like buzz killers
... or is that wisdom?
sunny side up or half glass empty?
each day i decide,
sometimes the wrong side of the bed i wake.
thank god, always, for another day.

the heart of a child
... holding on,
praying not to be left behind.
the pureness those eyes see,
the simplicities they love, constantly
and it's freshness remains.

i awake in your arms,
with hope, i hold on, i do.
these new nerves are starting
to build a fortress and
bridge throughout,
frantically;
calm me
help me to see peace
encircle it around me.
i want my eyes to see it,
my hands to hold it
so that my heart may give it.

still shining

still shining

radically have i changed

acrobatic, somersaults 

i have danced loudly,

on my toes.

bent over backwards

OR

arms stretched out 

to god.

i have crawled on my knees

wept, cried, sulked, sobbed.

chuckled, giggled ...

vivaciously lived through

my laugh.

the branches have grown

from the tree.

sun has shown on my path.

the light and darkness,

sit with me, 

each on a shoulder.

i see them both

but can only hear one.

the decent always firm,

always stands strong.

a cartwheel, twirl,

skipping still glimmers.

it always still shines.

what i know

what i know

life is big.
the world round.
the universe vast.
my hands small.
my heart without restrictions.
god's love boundless.
god's way mysterious.

birds, migrating, they sing.
we love the birds,
as we love the morning dawn.
the moon comforts
as the day slows down.
rest we love,
adventure we seek.
our spirits forever sing
for we know our song.
harmonizing in every pitch
while we run along.

one complete heart

one complete heart

we love like friends have always loved
we know each others' way.
we've seen into each other eyes a thousand times
and still wish to see them each new day.
we forgive so easily,
for we are the other half of heart.
     if you fall, i will carry you.
     if you sit, i will wait.
we love like friends have always loved
for we each have found and fulfilled;
one, complete heart.

say a little prayer

say a little prayer

though god gives me great strength,
he gives me great trials.
even though my back is burdened
and my feet are weary
he lifts my soul as if
it floats like a feather.
my redeemer, my merciful, my all.
our all.
he is the light in the black night,
the sail in the sea,
the rain for the barren ground.
he shall strengthen me more
through the trials,
the mercy,
the forgiveness.
he is the great teacher
for we are to take heart
all that is taught,
all that we burden,
all that we feel,
all that we give.
for he giveth to us
everything.
and we shall thank him
for this constant abundance!

forgiveness

forgiveness

shouting and turmoil,
consistent threads in the blanket we have woven.
you on eggshells, in your world.
me, clueless on how to make it better.
years and years of hope lost,
dreams vanished,
i understand your pain.
i forgive you,
though you may not know what you do.
it's hard on me,
to see this,
feel this...
but life deals these hands often
and i pray, i pray, i pray
for god's grace and understanding
so that i may learn to deal,
and to forgive over and over again
easily in my heart.

unbridled

unbridled

vividly, i go unto the night.  

i wander down the streets, 

unbridled, 

unpaved.  

the faces i know, 

the faces i may not know, 

stare back at me.  

reconciliation. 

hunting.  

wandering.  

the uncharted waters 

are ours to sail,

so i hope the wind 

will catch me.  

her

her

she is of blood and honest face
for the sins she cannot taste
life with no reality in the hole she creeps
in bed, at night, she lies and weeps
save her soul and save her mind
understanding and morals she longs to find
why won't she help, why won't she try
why can't i have back
the old blood of mine.

memory of a trip

memory of a trip

drip drop
tick tock
when will the madness stop
all the days pass by so fast
stop the yelling and make it last.
the sun goes up, the sun goes down
let's take a trip to another town.
forget your worries, forget your fears
smile again and i'll wipe your tears.
go to sleep and wake the next day,
come on children, outside to play.
just take a deep breath and close your eyes
don't let your anger break family ties.
today is almost over and
tomorrow will be brighter,
just remember all the good times,
and your burden will be lighter.
it'll be alright, it'll be okay
i'll be by your side whenever you say.
drip drop
tick tock ...
when will the madness stop.
all the days pass by so fast
so cherish life and make it your best.

love, life

love, life

my love
my companion
      free
      humble
      gracious
on top of the world
blessed
       at last
my heart cries out
       for you
       for your touch
       your kind words
that voice that eases all pain
the way you were beautifully made
i've dreamed about you
       not knowing who you were
       or what you were like
but knowing that your soul
       was waiting
       and i was waiting
on you
to join me
to walk down this life
hand in hand
       loving
       caring
       comforting
each other for all times.
the hassle of the world
       passes by
       fades away
when i dream of life
       with you
       life with you
is where i want to be
       seeing you
       touching you
       breathing you
i want to be there
       when you awake
       and when you lay your head
i want to be there
       when you are soaring high
       or when you fall
i want to pick you up
to hold you tight
when you cry
        or when you laugh
i will be by your side.
i am comforted
         i am sound
         i am free with you
now that i've found you
         i can be still
         i can rest.

    

unraveling me

unraveling me

this place
breathes
slowly
inhaling deep,
one by one
the meekness
of the wind
tip toes
over my skin
gently hushing
my woven thoughts
unraveling them,
thread by thread.

what can i tell you...

what can i tell you...

expression, confession
hustle in the vines -
let me spin my best -
respect
this expression in my mind -
scribbles, scratches -
the direction of my lines
points to the obsession -
creativity to find.

expression, confession
what can i tell you?
lessons, lesions
stored up behind
standing up in a line -
stressing, confessing
the history of a life -
leave no words,
no paragraph of phrase
all i can tell you -
i have traveled
where i must
where i did
to show you the
expression, confession
the hustle of my steps -
so let me spin my best
of the yesterdays at rest.

thin place

thin place

a thin place -
where spiritual and physical are close -
a thin line between them -
a top of this mountain
i sit
by myself and reflect, breath, see
---the city lies below,
but i see where the line
of sky and earth meet -
but there is no line
it is one,
like a pair of shoes.
what good is one -
well, unless you have one foot -
you'll only need one shoe.

push

push

one after one
stacked, stored
packed - lacking
this harsh push
needed,
wanting liquid ideas -
no concrete blocks,
rocks, stones of
the useless matter -
wanting liquid ideas
to pour
to adorn the simple walls...
build, paint, spackle -
tackle this storage,
unshackle the gates -
open up for business.
open the doors,
polish the floors
fresh tulips on the table -
stable -
stabilize -
put up, put in place,
each perfect place
for the liquid ideas -
let them drip and drip
and absorb in the walls.

the kind you want

the kind you want

i have amazement
drilling from my
fingertips
pulsing,
stripping skin
the layers peel off -
the juicy fruit inside -
the kind you want
to eat and suck dry
until that last sweet,
sweet drop...

i want wings

i want wings

strings attached
latched unto my heart
cut them
burn them
give them to another
i do not want the strings...
     i want shoes
     i want wings
for traveling, going,
going into lands
not of my familiarity.

finding

finding

the souls of many...
strings pulled at similar differences,
through streams of consciousness
transferred through our tongues;
why some strings pull soft,
some tug tight.
what bond relates and unifies us all...
a longing to reach a journey's end...
or moments slipped by
before the exit.
explain the explanation,
and again in time.
it sleeps slow, winding into affection,
subjection upon execution -
and through amusement
we find our laughs.
we find IT.
and in another time....
we FIND.

night class

night class

monochromatic -
monotone -
bore me once more
drill holes in my head
so that this blank image
you are providing me
can drip out onto my paper ...
one thought,
one color -
bore me into the ground ...
waste away
my hours.
this useless,
circular information
drilled in, hammered
strongly to my time ...
wasted, poured out
of your mind -
to connect
with my fresh,
absorbing brain -
my sponge -
dripping knowledge, creativity -
but wasted, wasted
time in this chair,
in my ears -
nothing comes in
and absorbs itself in me.
monochromatic
monotone ...
when can i go home?

memory

memory

it struck her as odd
how it could correlate the smell,
sound, taste ...
evoke the senses and the
emotions can be as clear
as that old day.
it seems the memories are
sweeter after they are present again
in the future.
and they seem to linger better
and always shed light on the positive.
the beauty of the moment
gets inspired by what you are trying to make of it now.
the pieces of the puzzle
are once again matched.
and things start to make sense again.

forgotten juice

forgotten juice

this sweet juice falls with pure grace down my chin
reminding me of that forgotten taste, that forgotten place
where rules went on justified, standing by
like soldiers waiting and the suspense tainting
until the war awakens and the changes being taken
from the innocent.

where the blueprint of our existence still on the realm
but the world was to overwhelm
where only a few think to benefit more than selfish impulses
that thrive through their veins, like running down that fastest train
invading and swallowing whole, our people and our role
trying to steal our chance to quench
the taste of the forgotten juice,
that sweet forgotten juice.

belly down

belly down

the hand that rubs the belly down
feels what it must to hear the sound
of the life that is breathed within
to share the moment, to spread new kin
of all thy spirit that loves my minute
of familiar quiet that lies within it
grasping the patterns in love's hour
adoring pleasures that none is sour
coming in forms which i do not deserve
doing what is called of me to preserve
a wholeness of one, united
the mission started, two in one, not subsided.

we are both

we are both

he is both,
i am both,
we are both
walking down
and stepping
over
that white line
and
we feel it
in our spine,
the longing
to find
the other side
of the road,
calls to us
day in and
day out.
visions silently
tip toe about
taunting
teasing
trickery in pleasing
it calls to us,
day in and
day out.

text for a painting

text for a painting

we must accept, that this world is our haven, for now.
we are here to realize.
we are here to learn.
we are here to awaken the senses, awaken the soul.
we are here for each other.
to love is the answer in our journey.
though we seem different, we are more alike at the core than seen.
we all must meet the essential needs.
we all love.
we all fight battles in our lives.
we all have people and times that go in our lives.
we all grow older.
a time to understand and a time to share is now.
we all are born, we all will die.
but come together, so we all shall live!

monadnock angel 1920

monadnock angel 1920

angel, light
feathery dust
walking down
the mountain
carrying trust ...
sprinkle droplets
down the valley,
spread flight,
spread news.
angel, light
feathery dust.

a very human pose

a very human pose

this angel sits
and waits patiently,
pondering her day-
waiting and looking.
the white,
flowing fabric
attracts my eye,
the way it folds
and falls
and casts shadows.
the wings embrace me
- i wonder -
can she really fly?
the halo shouts
of one of god's
precious creations
- holy and pure -
the white of the fabric
is also a symbol.
the way she sits
shows me patience,
being still.

a caged bird sings

a caged bird sings

freedom?  freedom? FREEDOM
a caged bird sings
longs for open air
wispy breeze, take me away
today
tomorrow,
pass the sorrow
to someone else
to wrestle
thoughts of freedom
despising the bars
of cages, wages
cannot proclaim
my life's importance
innocence taken,
mistaken into adulthood
i would,
i could,
but should i
conform
and grow up
for the life
of politics,
judgement,
restrictions
of the process,
tired of this
raw mess.

the march

the march

mysteries spoken
through unkind words
mistaken and taken
as generalities
of a division
among the people
the need of rights,
to fight
for understanding,
obligation
outside the system
a longing for
revision
addition to our senses
erosion of our
free minds
caused by the stream
of conformists,
loyalists
to the down fall
of true human experience...
controlling, upholding laws
of worthlessness,
boringness...
freezing, framing us all
to perfect pictures,
'til the quake hits
the richters scale
of the masses
will come,
will form
into a storm of love,
changing,
rearranging
life as we know it...
sew it, grow it
keep the crops fertile,
fruitful, truthful
and the abundance
will gather,
lather up
dirty scum
and the drum
will play on
during the march.

our rights

our rights

politics, rolling rocks,
pop tarts,
cheese in a tube
brings glue
all glue,
sticky, sticky
mess
trapped, wrapped
packaged appealing,
wheeling,
dealing out
rights of freedom
in a dollar bill
'til we cannot
spill anymore
juice of our riches
switches flipped
counteracted
as attraction,
a need
a want
a deed,
a taunt
the way of life
given at cost
the way of strife...
i choose life.

we have to

we have to

lenses focused,
unfocused,
dirty and clean,
the seen and unseen,
falling
tripping
skipping
flipping -
climb and fall,
look and blink,
wink
to see changes
forward,
lenses -
falling
turning
new direction
spin
turn again
and again
and again ...
stop, go
stop, go -
up, down
back around
to every loop
hole found ...
then we go
to sound.
but, first we have
to see.

the big day

the big day

faces smiling
sincereness
secretly passed,
filtered through
handshakes, hugs,
kisses
the bliss
of marriage
promised by
all who were
once young ...
discernment in eyes
hint of silent
goodbyes
unspoken of,
unheard of,
but felt
heavily,
a goodbye
to a former life.

1:46am

1:46am

blazing fire
tiny flames
of gas
warm our
half heated
bodies
sippin on
some lattes
feeding on
commodities
of living
this western
life.

1:44am

1:44am

you sit and twit
every angle
every corner
toes propped
head back
fingers constantly
in motion
commotion
what's the notion
for the
madness?

our circle

our circle

beyond the outer circle,
into deep space
in a crevice in the concrete.
i will lie.
i will lie
waiting
to comfort your step,
a cushion for the bounce.
a leaf falls to the earth,
yet again to be made new,
recycled possibly
into one human's breath.
i live this life
for the mystery
and ....
hidden spaces, lost time.
the inner circle that beats.
the impulse that drives.
the patterns that are drawn.
and, of course,
for the flowers that bloom
and the fruit that ripens.

beauty, sit on my tongue for a moment,
to help lick the sweat off my lover's brow.

the truth

the truth

tunnel after bridge,
we travel at the speed of light,
spite the differences held in our heart.
we, on this journey,
want to see as simple as the day,
but mostly, we sleep through our ride.
we find specks of the gold and wipe them clean
or inhale them whole unknowingly.
we thank that gold later
for we did not know it was there,
becoming better for it, or rather now,
a completeness encircles us.
envisioning beyond our circumstances,
knowing through our uncertainties of understanding,
we seek to know the world
and see through our own eyes.
we allow the wind to carry us,
the universe to teach us,
our dreams to wake us.
and a time comes
that we truly see the world as it is,
our eyes wide opened, we absorb life.
we know we cannot understand
the secrets interlaced between
every second of time,
but we choose to still inhale,
 swallow those specks of truth in front of us.
we are changed from it, but we don't know why.
we follow it, but we don't know how.
but we believe in it,
because we have to.

the melody will come later

the melody will come later

fingers rapping, my melody too quick to come
to embrace this rhythm of flow
my flow, no meaning understood,
no closure in the stanzas,
unthinkable.
the thoughts go on,
the rhythm finds me in my sleep.
i wake humming the current of life's seasons,
rhythm of wind, consistency of rain
and light and warmth.
sleep in your rhythm, walk in your flow.
the melody will come later.

tomorrow's sanctuary

tomorrow's sanctuary

revolutionized through the eyes of the beholder,
beauty transforms itself into a body of truth
covered flesh.
dances wildly in the midst of the foreigner's land,
whispering movements of now's freedom
in tomorrow's sanctuary.
the masses of souls reach to the hand of the one,
complying with every choice that matters
of heaven's breach.
in choosing we become what we willed ten years ago,
closing our eyes, we see not past ourselves
but into the others' eternity.

create lines

create lines

peace arises
through slips
and smudges
of paint,
create lines
create space
and the taste
of air,
of long breath
inhales through
my skin
remembering
when
a second
passed by.

they said what

they said what

truth untold sings unto my eyes
it murmurs tenderly in movement,
in seconds at a time.
weary of promises
spouted like truth, truth told like lies
and bittersweet...
they
spring up like flowers,
and in the good months
they bloom.
like hope, like direction
dried up without delay
into
that days sunset
that days words
spoken too confidently
to know the truth,
but
beauty was
bountifully laid
upon my life
into my soul
into my house
love sits and warms
like a fire
on the coldest day
burns away, burns away,
burns away
leaving a finished warmth
that lasts forever.

trust

trust

it dwells deep in my veins
sitting, waiting patiently
rising to bless me
rising the bless my people
striving to show the good way
showing the path traveled by few
directing my love, my sight
to see the glory
and the manifestation
of what is to come
tomorrow and forever.

victory

victory

victoriously,
i was running
through the black mountains,
striving for that glimpse,
one glimpse
of the brilliant sky -
petals fluttering
down from heaven
upon my path -
the clean, crisp
motion of the wind
captures
the essence of this day
and i just sit,
and ponder
the movement of
each person gone by,
and what's whispering
down in their head
right now.

earth's star

earth's star

cover me
with your warmth
and shine through
when my eyes are shut
with that glorious glow
you encircle
as long as you
don't burn me
and scold me
for always wanting
to feel you
on my skin.

black umbrella

black umbrella

the black umbrella
mud on the boots
rain quiets the land
little prairie house, 
you rest my soul
haven you have been
decades and decades


the kettle is ready 
hot and warm
i sip it gently
i find you,
hunched
lifeless
we're old,
we die but 
i wasn't ready 
to say goodbye
life, airy but stale
evoked in the spirit
i am.


i sense the end 
is near.
lovely, 
i hope it's lovely.
love died, 
you remembered.

i write

i write

i write, because i write
because i write...
writing in lines,
waiting in moments
i tell of times, i speak of faces
i write their stories,
i dream of a memory untold
i write, because i write
because i write...
i see glimpses of sounds,
i hear tales in tastes,
i feel what i see,
i see what i feel
and i write in seconds
i write, because i write
in a lifetime
i write, because i write
because i write...

pebbles

pebbles

virtually,
i've looked.
brown pebbles,
turned,
washed
by sand
grit
water
no stone
left unturned
wilted and worn
stashed on the bank.

reading books

reading books

out of the side
of your eye,
you think
you know
what resides
within.
the body posture,
sense of clothes,
reading one
from head to toe.
you've pinpointed
the line
my feet
have crossed,
singled me out
in one minute
lost.
you've judged
the book
by it's cover,
losing the chance
to know,
what's inside
to discover.

fill their bellies

fill their bellies

the warmth of your body, the breath from your lips, the ground you travel.  these moments packed into a life, the purpose evenly poised.  what is suppose to come out.  what message is to be sent.  the image you for see as your own, possibly meant for others.  sharing, giving, loving.  


to not love is to withhold a power.  to live without giving, what you love, to the world, is a lost cause.  once you seek these moments out, the ones of giving, much else matters.  the voice within speaks louder, listen, it demands.  it says there's something to give.  not taking, not shattering, not raveling - no binding or hidden.  out in the open, the message you may not understand.  a garden has been planted within, fruit, foliage arises and must be harvested for sharing.  it will help to fill others up, fill their bellies with good taste.

cold as snow

cold as snow

lay over in mountains, cold as snow
the lips quiver, churning heat
from the two bit fire
warmth finding comfort on her skin
she lay in bed
window peering, nothing but white
glass frosted over with ice kisses
the sun sleeps now,
the winter lay in peace

no bluffing

no bluffing

temperamental and thoughtless
i lay my words out
on the table
forsaken by the meaning
that lay beneath my tongue
i try to bite it and
rise again to the surface
but ruthlessness serves me
up on a plate
its all laid out blindly
no folding or bluffing
the game goes on
and i
have no cards to show for it.

staring

staring

grinding and ridiculous sidewalks
she walked on
lip protruding, bubbled over
as the thoughts provoked it out.
as if it created a balancing act
between the physical and
mental possibilities.
eyes fixated on the tree limb
swaying in the crisp sun,
slight wind breezed through.
something about it enticed
an idea
to plant roots and sprout bud.
so she thought.

a life of love

a life of love

in the midst of all the chaos

through every emotion we encounter,

we envision her

our first sign of love in the world.

we see her smile

we remember her eyes

we feel her hands

but her heart, 

her heart we live with forever.

it is the bounce in our step,

the secret ray of sunshine,

our beacon of hope 

that we tuck away in our back pocket

and carry with us every step in our days.

one moment in time connects

our souls forever - 

i part of you and you,

a part of me.

my first sign of love in the world,

my dear, beautiful mother.

wrapped my heart

wrapped my heart

return to me oh moment of bliss
that kiss shall enter my mind 
of your divine touch 
that sustained my soul 
and led me out of blindness.
wrapped my heart in woven cloth
warm, it beats again.
the breath had entered my lungs
through my veins, the blood ran.
the memory of you, the spoken word
granted me love, centered and straight
awoke a beautiful woman in time 
the token of spirit led me to light.

grace

grace

beauty seeks not a place to rest,
but a place to plant it's grace.
an ever changing forest of seasons
hints to the power of differences.
and those places you say
you'd never go,
you will travel a hundred times.
and what you want to see,
you may never lay eyes on.

curiosity

curiosity

drained, pulled, restrained
i am tied up to a system
pinned forever more
but gypsy thoughts live in me
curiosity cannot be killed,
whoever spoke of that cat?
delusional i say
the speaker was.
i want out.

cigs

cigs

livelihood today,
a journey i seek to rest.
placing footsteps
six feet under
lay in my head, at best.
to hold, i cannot let go
of the smoke
that be in my chest.

august

august

paralyzing but lovely
your words,
they stay with me.
tip toe across my tongue
they do
i am puzzled, split
smiling because of it.
a muse, you say
yes, good way
to express this union.

to be

to be

urgency overwhelms 
my blood

passion has been lit

ignited with looks 

simple touches

i mostly sensed it 

in your eyes

the body craves

but my soul 

demands it 

conversation mixed 

with challenge

your beauty is so pure 

it has melted me 
and maybe because 
of the unknown
i love it so much
daydreaming 
constantly
of guiltless
unrestrained passion
that does not go out 
but builds and 
bonds us

speak up

speak up

freedom of speech is essential to our life.  we speak, therefore we communicate our vision to the world. our speech is what unites us ... to understand and link us to our own kind.  we shall never give this up, for the day we do, we will disconnect our pure human souls.

show your face

show your face

insatiable yearning
desire reaches me
sings to me like
the sweetest melody

and to understand
what goes on
beneath a surface
to live in a single moment
beckons me

calls upon me
ties me up into a bundle
until i am slowly unraveled by
the process of life

truth of the matter
it will be revealed

a monday

a monday

inspired by change, i wrap myself around the next corner.  i weave my thoughts into the next thread, and stitch by stitch, i become the woman i will be.
i lay my visions into each new sunrise, only to start new ones again with each nightfall.
i whisper into the air, talking to a God i believe to be there.
listening, i wait.
and with each blink of my eye, i search for secrets, the infinite touches of what it is to be a woman,
what it is to be human.

i believe in the song

i believe in the song

i believe in the song.

a passage of time
passage of rights
define the beginning
to an end.

but the genesis starts
in the moment of now
the end had just passed
and the wheel turns.

intensity, perplexity exists within our realms
existing so rarely,
evolving so tighly.

when i close my eyes

when i close my eyes

spirit swells
amongst unknown
visions.
people
i don't know,
places i've never seen.
circumstances
i can't follow
slow me
show me
feed me.
juice and berries all day.
ripened.
ready.

looms the sun

looms the sun

as blossoms bloom, looms the sun
sprouts the weeds and
comes the rain.
a tree grows.
it sits.
it grows.
a sun arises into our sight,
gently fades away,
night.
a pale circle,
soft light in a distance.
we see the coming
and going.

be in it

be in it

beauty lay before and enter it,
wisdom lay within and sit with it,
courage spouts with out and run after it,
peace is all around, be in it.

like a leaf

like a leaf

a shadow lay under
the fig of the tree.
a leaf fallen,
tossed in the wind.
separated from the branch
decomposed into the dirt,
soil washed with water.
back into the roots
of the tree,
slowly.

dwell

dwell

to play into the rhythms
of the universe
to see the folly of our ways

to feel lines move with air
and trees jump in the wind

to dive into the core, ready
available for anything

a channel open,
a river runs deep and wide
it supplies it's dwellers

let us find the channel for
energy of a great unknown
dwells within.

birthday

birthday

live, and give life.
breath, and give air.
love, and find truth.
dance, and give joy.
smile, and give hope.

most of all, be yourself
and give the world you.

think of LIFE

think of LIFE

think of LIFE. focus in on the smallness, then work your way outwards.  do not try to focus on the whole picture first.  start with the smallest things.  it will add up in due timing.

roots on earth

roots on earth

g-d at once, 

i understand you

in a memory 

i saw where you were

a faint tingling of your presence

sits around my body

memories of a road

i traveled to meet you

a large tree, dusty ground

the breeze was always just right

the shadows lay beautifully

somewhere in me

i remember your face

i again can hear your voice

although i cannot

roots on this earth were planted

fertilized and fertilized, 

everything was sprouting

energy had begun

we began creating a life

we could not control

a set in motion, too fast to stop

the heat inspired verses produced

we always kept producing

things happened

they changed the meaning

and then lived by it

a spiritual awareness is here with us

we move too fast to notice

deliver me

deliver me

deliver me from the journey of my own existence
for my eyes, they see the trouble
they see the roots underneath the earth.
deliver me to a road with less mountains
deliver me to cool water
let it wash away my face, clearly
pureness will surely be found.

for instance

for instance

per se
you say
i smirk
you snarl
i chat
you whirl
i turn
you toil
i mock
you spoil.

rose petals

rose petals

rose petals
they blush my cheek
fragrance my hair
my eyes are instilled
with their softness
inhaling
i breath
exhaling
i see

a creative dream

a creative dream

I had read this awhile ago in a SARK book, quite a nice list to remind yourself of when you are at a crossroad.

1. something that pulls you, draws you in, causes GLEE!
2. something you think about with great relish, eagerness, quiet satisfaction or delight
3. something you would do for free
4. something you feel inspired to share
5. something that occupies your attention even while doing other work
6. something with it's own energy or momentum
7. something exciting to hear about or do
8. something free and available for everyone to experience
9. something unrelated to age or physical ability
10. being creative and making it real

People living their dreams are more JOY-ful and full of life.
Fresh thinking.
Doing and being what we LOVE is what we were born to do.