Slippery thoughts…

Slippery thoughts…

And I will rise in the morning
Like the sun always does,
Carrying foggy notions of shadows
In my head,
Leaving the white sheets wrinkled
On the bed,
Walking into the fresh rays of light
That make the morning dew
Shimmer and shine,
And my blue eyes glue to the new
Blue skies,
And I ask the sky questions
And find answers in my mind,
Where the shimmering shadows are
Bright and bold and fine,
My thoughts taste like water turned
To wine
I think, to myself
And I bite my lip to taste
The sweet brine,
And remind myself that these
Slippery thoughts are mine
All mine,
And I could share them all
If I’d like,
Or I could hold onto them,
All these slippery thoughts
Streaming through my mind
Soaking up my slippery time,
Or I could ring them out
For some to see,
When these thoughts get too hot
To be held by just me-
Yes, I could ring them out
And let little bits drip
Like drops from
The sea,
And let my thoughts wet
Your lips
Like they’re doing to me-
Yes, I could ring them out,
Perhaps into a glass to drink
For when you’re dry and thirsty
And you need something like me
To wet your parch,
Something to drink,
Drinking the thoughts that I think,
And I will sail across the grass
Like the wind always does,
Slipping through the dew
And taking off my dress
That I made with the fabric of
Thoughts I’ve undressed,
Sliding into the patterns of
Slippery notions
And sipping away at my thought-
Provoked potions,
Holding
Holding
Onto the slithering shadow of a
Thought
That tastes salty and sweet,
But perhaps it’s just the summer nights
And scorching heat
That give my slippery thoughts
This kind of heart and beat
I think, to myself
And I take another step to feel
The skin on my feet,
And remind myself
There is life
In the slippery thoughts
I always seem to think,
And if I don’t slow them down
They could sink,
Or I could let them go full speed-
All these
Slippery thoughts
Swimming through my mind,
Spinning and twisting and all intertwined.

I am the woman…

I am the woman…

You cannot stop me

For,

I am the woman who pushes

The wind

And controls the storm.

You cannot break me

See,

I am the woman whose roots

Are buried

Deep below your feet.

You cannot dim me

For,

I am the woman whose light

Is that

Of a million suns and more.

You cannot blind me

See,

I am the woman who sees

Every ripple

In every rippling sea.

You cannot force me

For,

I am the woman who heightens

The surf

And crashes on shore.

You cannot cage me

See,

I am the woman who speaks

To birds

While the world is asleep.

You cannot hush me

For,

I am the woman who rolls

The thunder

And makes it roar.

You cannot resist me

See,

I am the woman who stirs

The air

And the moments you breathe.

You cannot forget me

For,

I am the woman who paints

The sky

And creates my world.

Must be the reason of the witch…

Must be the reason of the witch…

We will walk with the many or the few, on the roads that were given no names.

To dead-end streets. And cul-de-sacs. And loop-de-loos.

Off of highways and off of beaten tracks and down every dirty path, we will ride the yellow lines as we please.

Be it swerving from lane to lane, or running barefoot in the middle and in the way, or bumming a ride in and off to the side.

We will ride, we will walk, we will dance but not hide.

We will call out your name just as you drive by, and when you look back we’ll be sure to disperse with the dark of the night.

To places unknown, perhaps roads unseen.

We will follow the signs of such named roads, only to tear the last bit of them down, and rip the posts from out of the ground.

We will ensure to never follow or get swept by those forged signs no more.

We will walk across pavement and soften or shake it, we’ll crack it and break it and then we’ll remake it.

We will make our own signs and place them where we please, or maybe we’ll toss them to the hands that wave with the breeze, or we’ll send them in bottles out to the seas.

We will ride as fast as we want, or even just as slow.

Speed has never been an issue, because we are the pace and this is our show.

We will hold out our thumbs, but that could all be a trick.

Upon unknown roads with names that only we would be told, we will float and we will linger and we will never show you a way that you could ever call quicker.

Be it up-hill or down, or straight across or all around, in circles and through round-abouts, we’ll show you the way.

We will walk with the many or the few, or we will walk alone or we will walk with you.

You decide, you follow the signs.

But only if you’ve ripped them up from out the ground, and are following the rhythm of your very own sound.

The one that beats inside of your heart, found on the road or out of the lines or inside the lanes or resting between the window’s panes.

We will run across pavement with all of our toes.

Over painted tracks and little stones, on all of the roads that have ever or have never been known.

Upon all of the roads that were given not but a name, we will walk along them, and they’ll never remain just quite the same.

 

Rhapsody for the wild and free…

Rhapsody for the wild and free…

We’re doing fine 

we’re doing great 

as long as we’re excited. 

This is our time 

this is our space

It’s where we were invited.

We get hungry

We get thirsty

We tell ourselves 

There are worse things.

Tangled and untangled

All of the time.

On the fishing line

The fishing line

The fishing here is fine.

We dapple in a dance

Find romance

In a sea of fantasy

Magical serendipity.

We are cells 

Within a master brain

Within the master brain 

Within something too far for you to explain.

Using eye 1

Eye 2

Eye 3

Seeing how we want to see

All the pretty little things 

But really

You is me

And 

Us is we

And really all the little things,

We’ve always known,

Don’t mean a thing..

So maybe for a minute

We could let ourselves do our thing

Without questioning

And just do our damn thing.

That thing that feels good

Like we know we should 

Whatever it is.

Like dancing in the stars

Or doing too much of one thing

Just making memories 

Cause we’re all in the same scheme.

We’ve come too far

To disregard what we do

Who we are

What we know and always knew.

Don’t tell me to nap

When I want to live

I’ve got the map

Always have, always did.

I know where I’m going

Where I’ve been

What I’ve done.

I’ve been watching all of you

All your secrets

All your fun

What ever it is

It’s what we’re all doing

From the start to the middle and the finish

We’re unwinding we’re unglueing.

We were drunk off of love 

And falling into ourselves 

Open to the awareness

That it would all ring your bell.

Let your palms get slippery

Get wild and dirty

Or quiet down

-sit back

Revel in your purity.

We’re playing the game 

Whichever way we want to

And we win in the end

Cause we did what we came to.

And you may think

You’re separate from me

With your mystery and trickery

But really it’s just you and me.

And it isn’t even that

It’s all of us

Right here right now

And before 

And before

And we are more

Than we ever gave us credit for.

I’ll meet you at the door

With the key

To what you look for.

Lust and love

And milk and eggs

And booze and songs from

Another age.

It’s dripping

Like

Honey or sap

However you want it

It’s like that.

You are the one…

You are the one…

Orchestrate what you would like to see

For, you are the one on fire

And the fire always depicts how many embers fly.

You are free to follow the wind and dance along the way

For, you are the movement of this Earth

You can dip, sway or dive.

Amble through thick fields of love and freedom in the time of your life

For, you are time

Time is the blood flowing through your veins.

You can blind with your light or let it peak just passed the trees

For, you are the light of the Sun

You are the Heavens – you are the breeze.

Bathe in the warmth of your sweet Sea of everlasting dreams

For, you are the ripples in the waves

You can float where you please.

Orchestrate what you would like to see

For, you are the one

You truly are everything.

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I am the Supernova that created me…

I am the Supernova that created me…

I am a child of the Universe. An abundant extension of all that ever has been. I am the creator of life, cradled in the magic of all of creation. I have been here forever. And I am everywhere, infinitely.

I am the evolution of every gust of wind. The knower. The seeker. The feeler. The seer. I am the honey, I am the bee, I am the flower, I am the soil and the Sea. The taste of my tears are no different than the taste of the Ocean – For, I created every drop within the ocean. The ocean created me. Continue reading “I am the Supernova that created me…”

Sip from my cup of tea…

Sip from my cup of tea…

I reached for the cup of tea that she’d placed down beside me. Already I was in a trance brought on by the consumption of love that swallowed me whole. The blues of my eyes drifted and melted into the blues of the Sea. The golden glitter dancing on the waters ripples reminded me that it could’ve been day or night – depending on how I was to look at things.

For, I knew it was all in my eyes.

I pressed my lips gently onto the tea cup and sipped my first sip. It was a cocktail of sorts. Sprinkled with stardust sweeter than anything I’d ever dreamed of tasting. A concoction of cosmic dew and honey that dripped down from the Heavens.  Continue reading “Sip from my cup of tea…”

The time has come, she said…

The time has come, she said…

The time has come, she said…

to live as free as you can live

and remember like you always did

all the magic that has brought you here

the magic living in the air

and all the things your eyes can see

But mostly which was not perceived…

The time has come, she said…

to speak of all your true desires and never speak of less

and listen to the wind in her current of caress

and the wisdoms in her whisper –

take her hand and trust her

and go where she will guide you –

where all your dreams come true…

The time has come, she said…

to fly free into the future – not the present not the past

but where you thrive eternally and ever last

and dance inside the magic that lives within your heart

where you are the creator infinitely from the start

and float above all of the tides

that only live inside your mind…

The time has come, she said…

to dream of rainbows big and bright

knowing that all is purely made of light

and remember that you paint what it is you wish to see

so then everything is just the way it is meant to be

and let that secret carry you to that sweet place –

the home in your heart that’s alive and awake…

The time has come, she said…

to dance with the rain like you’ve done a million times before

and always let it leave you wanting so much more

and keep chasing after all of your longings and desires

so that your souls fire grows brighter and brighter

as you grace the foot prints in the soil of divine timing

and shine like the Sun in this beautiful life that you star in…

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Adorned in Stardust and flooding with golden light…

Adorned in Stardust and flooding with golden light…

Dressed to the nines in the concentrated style of the cosmos. Shimmering in stardust and luminescence. Your presence becomes known like a sudden gust of wind – brilliantly spontaneous, free and in control. Taking the lead.

You wake with the Sun and ancient wisdoms of thousands of years streaming through the passage ways of your mind. Quietly knowing that you are everything. And everything is you. Dancing in synchronism with the sound of your thoughts and rhythm of your heart.

A sea of dreams floating in an infinite sky… Living in and out of your mind… Continue reading “Adorned in Stardust and flooding with golden light…”

Take this for a ride…

Take this for a ride…

You’re riding your bike through a smoothly paved path, surrounded by the lush green leaves of overlapping trees. The tops of the trees are drenched in the rich gold of the bright melting Sun. The glistening golden Sun rests in an ecstatic haze above you. It follows you now and carries with it an ocean of blue sky as you gracefully fly forward.

A beautiful celestial sphere of cerulean blue blankets over you. And now you can’t help but to stretch your neck and look straight up into the heavens as if their calling your name. You search for clouds and notice only the most delicate and drifting cotton dispersing throughout the welcoming sky. You smile and soften your eyes. Your hair blows behind you and you bring your chin back down slowly… setting your eyes on the path straight ahead. Continue reading “Take this for a ride…”