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.

earlier in a daydream

earlier in a daydream

centered in gravity
weighted,
sinking,
sat

waited
for sun,
warmth

shadows
... turning

every corner,
aligned
with the pull.

i don't want to loop this pull

i can't
tie this string

the inner journey

the inner journey

mesmerized by sultry and silky mirrors
i see
i see thee
peering at me
through the looking glass

hallowing to mention death
to understand the body
dies
that it will happen
it will.

a gift wrapped in wicked dreams
warnings and blessings of what is to come

to process it, one must let go of reasoning
let go of pride
and importance
and setting yourself apart,
as you were meant to die
like every other person.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


dying is a very extreme physiological event.

we have "frontal lobe preoccupation during the day" and the
"things we don't want to know, we know in our dreams"

dreams can be reality.

we can dream our way into what we want?

let me be blessed with beautiful and wonderful moments
when i awake
when i sleep

did you know that as for telepathy, animals are more prone to this.  we can pick up on this.  a special communication "from George", the horse, spoke to her in a dream.

getting signals from the real world that i can only process when i'm dreaming?
we over estimate our ability to control things, we dilute ourselves,
possessed by feelings.

we can only perceive 5 things by our brain, we have perimeters in the rational brain.

wakefulness is a hormone from our brain that occurs when you sleep, the perfect condition for learning.  search for truth in your dreams, because we have an electric brain that is constantly firing and storing things in order.

you are too busy taking it all in during the day, at night "busy business" happens and it all gets filed away and processed at night when its quiet.

you can change a dream ... if you want to, so "they" say.

connecting physical to the spirit world.  you can manifest, believe.  you cannot walk in the spirit world with fear, very important that you not be scared.

the time has come for you to be brave.

if you are fearful, then you are leaking your power.

you have to be brave for death.



** random poems and thoughts, inspired from a documentary about a lady that was sick and possibly facing death and a little about her journey.

no second rate sister here.

no second rate sister here.

i barely open my eyes
hearing sounds of
gentleness
calling me into
the bed.


southern sweetness,
i do declare
how is it
you wear your hair
out
like
that.


i will break the chains
and tie myself to something else
i will follow it,
the new lines
of selfly order.

because there is
no second rate sister here.

i see your light.

i see your light.

in the midst of shadows, i see your light.

it's wrapped up, coiled within
bends and folds of the rays.
that slight, thin line
of pure white
is all i can focus on
because all the black
just fades away
into nothingness.

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.

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'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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

in november

in november

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, 

yes, 

the wind will catch me.

it's coming

it's coming

something astounding, 
maybe shocking will happen.  
change is in the air.
not so sure it will be positive.  
there will be division.  
great.
turmoil will be tasted across.  
small groups will join, 
try to fight.  
unsure of the stability 
of this 
small 
rising 
power.  
greater access to knowing 
will be spread across,
but they can watch.

the beat

the beat

steadily moving along, 

tap tapping

my way through

the jungles, 

the fair grass, 

sprinting

til the day of you

coming into my life

wings spreading, they carry me on

floating as i pull towards you

singing my song, 

as i raise my voice

louder and stronger,

the beat's

coming through.