up there

up there

i can feel the pulse, the warmth and
the sudden spells of coolness,
the air seems to fly and dance around the planes of my flesh
relaxed and with spirit
i am thinking
comfortably

i'm thinking of story books and fairy tales and creatures from beyond
if they truly
can exist, within our memories, or if
they are just a twinkle of hope for the taking,
then fleeting, they go

i'm dream, dreaming so big, so wide
i'm actually convincing myself it could be so,
all of it could be so, will be
but, i do, just sit

it is in there, up there
that i fully flourish
and follow through
it is easy, it is natural
up, above and beyond
the being

every idea is so thick, so full of kinetic energy
it permeates through
and into my veins, spreading continuously
like waves onto a beach,
as if it were to never stop.

simplify

simplify

reflection.  mirror images ... of people, places, things, and ideas.  we are reflections of everything else.

i love being alive and actually realizing how much i am alive.  life is for the living.  death is for the dying.  we recycle, along with everything else.  if all else recycles, changes form, goes back into another, why shall we not?  it is easy, but we make it so complicated.  WE complicate it.  we label such things and everything else based on reflections of what we think we've seen and/or know.  what if we don't know?

or, what if we knew, but because it was way too simple, too regular (as the same as the rest of living things) we have to elaborate.  we are vain as a whole, we love to be special, so indeed, we must give special labels, ideas, patterns to this simple truth.

SIMPLIFY, everything.

i'd guess it was you

i'd guess it was you

if i had a guess,
i'd guess it was you
you being who
granted me a guess

if i had a guess,
i'd guess it was you
you being who
i searched for
til death

if i had a guess,
i'd guess it was you
you being who
always knew what you knew

if i had a guess,
i'd guess it was you
you being who
always behooved me to you

if i had a guess,
i'd guess it was you
you being who
let me know who is you

where the heart and soul is

where the heart and soul is

you know, i realized a lot on my travels abroad.  i realized life is short ... and not as complicated as it sometimes comes across.  life holds no importance to beauty or vanity or money, none.  these things are not of importance.  nor where you are from or the language you speak, nor your accomplishments or what you strive to be in your career or what not.

to me, it's your perspective and attitude at any given moment, always.  this never stops, never will.  no matter who you are, where you are from, what language you speak, what you strive to be or your accomplishments or what you are going through ... you should always be checking your perspective and attitude and always respecting and trying to understand the footsteps of others ...

and where your heart and soul is, this is of the utmost importance, always.


* and remeber this quote, i think it is lovely and right on point:

say what you need to say

say what you need to say

i feel lost and free
and bundled into knots
my hair is wild
and likes to run
but, somehow,
keeps getting forced
into tiny black
rubber bands.

restricted,
keep it tame
keep it slicked back
and manageable,
free from imperfections
or ideas that it
can be free.

others won't like that,
only... they would,
they do
they want to do that
but won't
so they want to
keep you there too.

pull that hair back, woman.
follow the crowd
over there ...

or

just let it run wild.

what did i know?

what did i know?

i thought life was forever, in the sense of living.  but life is for the living.  a priceless, unexplainable gift and necessity that i don’t think we fully understand.  actually, not even close.  our own understanding fails us because we cannot possibly be expected to understand, nor would we probably want to understand the depth of living in the sense that God may and does know.

we are, though, expected to live.

to live in the fullest sense and each day we must remind ourselves of this high regard, the gift to live.

we must work at even reminding ourselves.  the simple things, it is the simple things.  over and over again, whisper this to yourself.  over and over again, shout this, write this, whatever - as long as you get it.  as long as i myself get it, right?  even to breathe correctly feels amazing - anything less feels like a rip off.  but once you have experienced that perfect breathe going away, only then do you actually realize how perfect that breath really was!  same with everything.  be so appreciative of any and everything you have had, have, or will have.  things change, take on different form and we have to constantly learn to let go - but really we have to constantly adjust and re-calibrate our balance of understanding this life and how we fit into it.  we, then, have to accept this new place we may be in - whether we want to or not.

taking it a day at a time, one sweet, beautiful day at a time.

and these things!  these crazy little things (that of course we feel our HUGE things) take our time away, trip us up and throw us off balance.   what a waster of good days, eh?  in the whole scheme of life, are they really that important?  that detrimental?  i’m gonna say...probably not!  i say screw ‘em!

don’t, i repeat, don’t let these little life wasters suck your  energy and your life’s appreciation away.

embrace and embrace some more!  hug your little (and awesome) life’s neck and love on it every day my friend.  because, after all, what else ya got going on that is so much more important?

thank you LORD!  

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!