Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Girl...
Girl…
Woman
Goddess
Earth Shaker
Momma holder
Embrace yourself
and
Stand up for your own beautiful self!
Revel in the mystery
Unfold to the
Transparency
Stand up for the gallantry
Unleash the magnetic allure of your own star
Self
Goddess
Girl friend of power
I love you!
You exceed
All expectation and
And concede nothing
Not a stich
Not a step
Not a minute or
The barest glimmer of a mile
You swallow challenge like a bubble gum ice cream
Lick it off the cone
And smile away the sprinkles
Girl friend
You are the inspiration of the moon glow on Mt everest
I know that your smile
Has climbed through the darkest valleys
And emerged on the highest peaks
And so my soul is smug
With the brilliance
Of 1000 000 milllions of millions
Of everesnt light bulbs that light
The steps
Of the prima donna
The goddess incarnate
In you
Sister
You light my way
Remind me to breathe
To follow
And to emerge from caterpillar
Robes to butterfly gowns
Sister stand up
Heart open
Stand tall
Plug arm bones into shoulder sockets
Remember who you ARE
And be proud
You are The Creatress
Let that hair down
And smile
To know that all of creation dances like a butterfly to your song!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Coins... Bounty Appears
Having no money is a blessing
I would not have seen those branches laden with fruit
their sticky red succulence
would have been missed
unappreciateed
now they are luxurated in
their presence a teacher
of the giving of the earth
that she is splendour and grace
and that she creates and shares
from her bosom and her seed
the salve of her love
her fruits
In the garden
I would have not seen
the thick waxy greens of nourishment
Gaia
Momma
when I am on my own
growing up
learning the ropes of worldly
Saturn
you hold my hand
and cradle my heart in your hands
tell me in the breeze and the bird song
that I am fed
that I am cared for
that my worth is far greater than dollars and cents
that I am
full of spendour and grace
that I will be fed
no matter
that the earth will feed me
will feed all of her children
so when I feel afraid
or wary
I just need to look at a tree
or feel the breeze trill
and know that bounty is all around
inside
and outside
in the sweet richness of heart and soul
and material
the mamma
holds court
providing for all of her children
reminding us that we are never alone
never empty
but always full
always full
always
full
Om Mani Padme Hum
I would not have seen those branches laden with fruit
their sticky red succulence
would have been missed
unappreciateed
now they are luxurated in
their presence a teacher
of the giving of the earth
that she is splendour and grace
and that she creates and shares
from her bosom and her seed
the salve of her love
her fruits
In the garden
I would have not seen
the thick waxy greens of nourishment
Gaia
Momma
when I am on my own
growing up
learning the ropes of worldly
Saturn
you hold my hand
and cradle my heart in your hands
tell me in the breeze and the bird song
that I am fed
that I am cared for
that my worth is far greater than dollars and cents
that I am
full of spendour and grace
that I will be fed
no matter
that the earth will feed me
will feed all of her children
so when I feel afraid
or wary
I just need to look at a tree
or feel the breeze trill
and know that bounty is all around
inside
and outside
in the sweet richness of heart and soul
and material
the mamma
holds court
providing for all of her children
reminding us that we are never alone
never empty
but always full
always full
always
full
Om Mani Padme Hum
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Give us joy once more!
With all this love thats been calling
I am outside on my knees
falling
into the abyss of love
that pools below
oh the symphony is playing
while all the children are making
the toys
that will bring peace and joy
laughter and love
once more
In the waves of the evening sun
when the heat is dappled to cold
and once was warm
now the people play in
the streets
and harmony is restored
Come and laugh with me
wherever there is a choice
be the dapper
and the free
because you have a voice
The way the world weaves around
the leaves will one day fall to ground
but now
the sun is high above
and we rejoice again
Take my hand
sister
and brother
hear my voice
calling you home
Know that all is perfected
in this time of all that is known
we are the bright
flags
of light
beaming so bright
don't let anyone take
the choice of your hearts delight
love in the shadows
and play in the light
we are all children of delight
aint come here to deny
that which gives us joy
aint gonna deny anymore
the things we see
truth is going to set us free!!!
So open up your heart
listen to whats right
the only one who knows is you!
I am outside on my knees
falling
into the abyss of love
that pools below
oh the symphony is playing
while all the children are making
the toys
that will bring peace and joy
laughter and love
once more
In the waves of the evening sun
when the heat is dappled to cold
and once was warm
now the people play in
the streets
and harmony is restored
Come and laugh with me
wherever there is a choice
be the dapper
and the free
because you have a voice
The way the world weaves around
the leaves will one day fall to ground
but now
the sun is high above
and we rejoice again
Take my hand
sister
and brother
hear my voice
calling you home
Know that all is perfected
in this time of all that is known
we are the bright
flags
of light
beaming so bright
don't let anyone take
the choice of your hearts delight
love in the shadows
and play in the light
we are all children of delight
aint come here to deny
that which gives us joy
aint gonna deny anymore
the things we see
truth is going to set us free!!!
So open up your heart
listen to whats right
the only one who knows is you!
Playing
being silly
dresss up weeeee
laughter and painting
colors and scrabble
and games and toys
being young
being free being all that I came here to be
inside she is smiling
my little one
is smiiling
no foget that
she is laughing so hard
her belly is clenched
and she wants it so stop
it hurts so much to laugh this much
little one
playing
dates
with time and place
I will play
I will set a date to play every day
20 minutes
no less
The Universe will meet me with a greater amount of force that
is support
and so I will relax
and I will play
and laugh and
wear pink and taffeta
and dance in the mirror
and be the dream
that is the dream
and dream
the laughter into form
laugh
laugh laugh
love
and sparkles finger nail paint
and bein a being
love love love
being on this earthoplane!
being silly
dresss up weeeee
laughter and painting
colors and scrabble
and games and toys
being young
being free being all that I came here to be
inside she is smiling
my little one
is smiiling
no foget that
she is laughing so hard
her belly is clenched
and she wants it so stop
it hurts so much to laugh this much
little one
playing
dates
with time and place
I will play
I will set a date to play every day
20 minutes
no less
The Universe will meet me with a greater amount of force that
is support
and so I will relax
and I will play
and laugh and
wear pink and taffeta
and dance in the mirror
and be the dream
that is the dream
and dream
the laughter into form
laugh
laugh laugh
love
and sparkles finger nail paint
and bein a being
love love love
being on this earthoplane!
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Goddess Flower
I look oh how I look
away
and yonder and beside and to the middle
and round and about
and yet
inside I dare not glance
into the bright seeing place
of all that shines
all that is
glowing and brilliant and somehow always all knowing
and yet now as I ponder these travails I am reborn
again
remembering the way right on though
the blunders and the wonders
right on though
with clarity and precision and arched back cohesion
I feel the opening grow through
and heart opening to meet
oh to be a wayward soul
moving to and frow, moved by aft
and moved by air
to go where I can't say i fairly know
and yet
to somehow know that I am here
going straight like an arrow true
straight on through to the heart of you
though i wander and meander and mean
my heart is always true to you
in the avalanche and the misting dune
where chamomille purrs in dewy wind
and cherry blossoms meander
through ice lit caverns I will find you
in the shadows of trees
and by fairy meadow wings
and moss lit by sun shadow
and terraces of vines of truth
I will find you
in the ceramic tiles of the ancients waters I will find you
and in the echoes of time
of now
where I have been
and where I too will go
I will find you
and in this finding
there is a knowing
that knows beyond the cats tail
and the meadowlark
the bees knees
and the kettles call
that I already have
indeed it tis beyond a shadow
of doubt
that i know you
now
and I have indeed found you
in the NOW
of Now Time
where quiet or still
you move or you whisper
I hear your call and I nestle deeper
into the loving arms of your eternity
and I taste the sweet loving nectar of dipping soul
into knowings flower
and arise resplendent in golden pollen
a goddess arising from sweet slumber
lushious and whole
sweet and complete
a loving symphony playing in the nearby near
and step into being
toe into swaying grass and moving air
sweet spring flowers and birds flying harmoniously near
as Now becomes more than near
and Being
is all
I
swear
away
and yonder and beside and to the middle
and round and about
and yet
inside I dare not glance
into the bright seeing place
of all that shines
all that is
glowing and brilliant and somehow always all knowing
and yet now as I ponder these travails I am reborn
again
remembering the way right on though
the blunders and the wonders
right on though
with clarity and precision and arched back cohesion
I feel the opening grow through
and heart opening to meet
oh to be a wayward soul
moving to and frow, moved by aft
and moved by air
to go where I can't say i fairly know
and yet
to somehow know that I am here
going straight like an arrow true
straight on through to the heart of you
though i wander and meander and mean
my heart is always true to you
in the avalanche and the misting dune
where chamomille purrs in dewy wind
and cherry blossoms meander
through ice lit caverns I will find you
in the shadows of trees
and by fairy meadow wings
and moss lit by sun shadow
and terraces of vines of truth
I will find you
in the ceramic tiles of the ancients waters I will find you
and in the echoes of time
of now
where I have been
and where I too will go
I will find you
and in this finding
there is a knowing
that knows beyond the cats tail
and the meadowlark
the bees knees
and the kettles call
that I already have
indeed it tis beyond a shadow
of doubt
that i know you
now
and I have indeed found you
in the NOW
of Now Time
where quiet or still
you move or you whisper
I hear your call and I nestle deeper
into the loving arms of your eternity
and I taste the sweet loving nectar of dipping soul
into knowings flower
and arise resplendent in golden pollen
a goddess arising from sweet slumber
lushious and whole
sweet and complete
a loving symphony playing in the nearby near
and step into being
toe into swaying grass and moving air
sweet spring flowers and birds flying harmoniously near
as Now becomes more than near
and Being
is all
I
swear
Sunday MOrNin
I awake to the sound of birds singing
and wonder why time seems so slow
why hours pass in slow motion
as I wait to begin the day
and outside the window is a lush green garden
full of the cats meow
and hummingbird wingings
and the mist is hanging heavy today
and the white sky is somehow new
and bright
and I move to walk out into the light
and to feel the green grass
curling and hugging my morning feet
sunday morning
and the living is easy
walk slowly inside to see the clock and feel the motion of time
begin again
but it was in this space between the dreaming and the waking
that I have come home
and in the morning
when I call home
I will always remember the way
the butterfly tree waxed and waned in the mornig breeze
and the boysenberry vines hung heavy with purple rich berries
and the apple trees were hanging half way over with the weight of morning fruit
pink and green and dusty with sweet
and my heart
seemed to slow down and beat
in rythm with the warm misted soil
of earth below
and walked in tandem with the spell of the dancing wind
to emerge at last at the morning table
paper
and tea
and journal
ready to greet the morning song
sunday morning has arrived
and wonder why time seems so slow
why hours pass in slow motion
as I wait to begin the day
and outside the window is a lush green garden
full of the cats meow
and hummingbird wingings
and the mist is hanging heavy today
and the white sky is somehow new
and bright
and I move to walk out into the light
and to feel the green grass
curling and hugging my morning feet
sunday morning
and the living is easy
walk slowly inside to see the clock and feel the motion of time
begin again
but it was in this space between the dreaming and the waking
that I have come home
and in the morning
when I call home
I will always remember the way
the butterfly tree waxed and waned in the mornig breeze
and the boysenberry vines hung heavy with purple rich berries
and the apple trees were hanging half way over with the weight of morning fruit
pink and green and dusty with sweet
and my heart
seemed to slow down and beat
in rythm with the warm misted soil
of earth below
and walked in tandem with the spell of the dancing wind
to emerge at last at the morning table
paper
and tea
and journal
ready to greet the morning song
sunday morning has arrived
Foundations Rest
My heart opened up today
melting like the land is melting in the summer sun
Indoors
Inside
expanding
outside
growing
and learning
ever learning
In the window
sit color and form
shape shifting lights on
the work of my soul
and still I wonder
where
will this sweet chikadee nest
in the cloying perfume of the late sun
and the moving fragrence of winds
moving inside the nest
i contemplate the east
flying wings and moving tides
where is my home
my landing
my being
is becoming
and being
inside
they say
inside i go
into the cavern of beings rest
to unearth the
foundation
where the imperfections shallow beings rest
and rework the lattice work
rewrite the grounding
create a new line
new wires
where I can build
draw and reveal
my innate ever expanding perfection
it is there
I know that it is
deep inside
beyond where I have been being
in the cracks and crevices there are magical spaces
where I am more than I am
and where I was is now moving back
and farther
so that I can stir together Now
all that I am
to become soooo much more
that I have always been being
still....
melting like the land is melting in the summer sun
Indoors
Inside
expanding
outside
growing
and learning
ever learning
In the window
sit color and form
shape shifting lights on
the work of my soul
and still I wonder
where
will this sweet chikadee nest
in the cloying perfume of the late sun
and the moving fragrence of winds
moving inside the nest
i contemplate the east
flying wings and moving tides
where is my home
my landing
my being
is becoming
and being
inside
they say
inside i go
into the cavern of beings rest
to unearth the
foundation
where the imperfections shallow beings rest
and rework the lattice work
rewrite the grounding
create a new line
new wires
where I can build
draw and reveal
my innate ever expanding perfection
it is there
I know that it is
deep inside
beyond where I have been being
in the cracks and crevices there are magical spaces
where I am more than I am
and where I was is now moving back
and farther
so that I can stir together Now
all that I am
to become soooo much more
that I have always been being
still....
The Merry Goddesses'
Earthen Sculptunes of volumptuos breasts and
waving hair
have been built
to house the goddess within
surrounding a center of merrily dancing maidens
a shirne has been built to hold
and nurture the laughing beauty of femininities
sweetly smiling nudity
the confines are open and free
and built of natures softly opening serene
sounds and arches of trees
flowers and winging butterfly wings
In the center they are held
sweet goddesses of earth
wind, fire, and water
bosoms of nectar
and souls of fire
we have winged and danced are way here
we have slaved and surrendered
and built and aspired
shunned and shorn
and worshipped and adored our way home
to the shrine
where we now find
our long sought after rest
to adore
and nurture
sweet and smile
in this nest of the sweet goddesses
loving caress
to tea and to nibble
on the earths natural abundant bounty
and delight in eachother
in the gentle company of
one another
at long last we have arrived
to inhabit the goddesses
merry shrine
earthworks and nature intertwined
a heaven a haven
at long last
we are home!
waving hair
have been built
to house the goddess within
surrounding a center of merrily dancing maidens
a shirne has been built to hold
and nurture the laughing beauty of femininities
sweetly smiling nudity
the confines are open and free
and built of natures softly opening serene
sounds and arches of trees
flowers and winging butterfly wings
In the center they are held
sweet goddesses of earth
wind, fire, and water
bosoms of nectar
and souls of fire
we have winged and danced are way here
we have slaved and surrendered
and built and aspired
shunned and shorn
and worshipped and adored our way home
to the shrine
where we now find
our long sought after rest
to adore
and nurture
sweet and smile
in this nest of the sweet goddesses
loving caress
to tea and to nibble
on the earths natural abundant bounty
and delight in eachother
in the gentle company of
one another
at long last we have arrived
to inhabit the goddesses
merry shrine
earthworks and nature intertwined
a heaven a haven
at long last
we are home!
Through the Throes of Love we Go
Through the storm in the throes of love we go
inside where all the emotions seem to flow
a distant dawn of morning song
cold and the window has been drawn
Frayed to the beat
of the heart calling out
to the sounds that have always grown
from the stomping of that internal heat
And where can we go
when inside is all we have known
and the terrain is rocky and full of wild
mystery?
breath in and let it go
into the howl of the moon
and the wolfs growl
open your heart
and let it grow
where the cacaphony of sound
dances deeply in the wind
feel your own heart beat
its wild full and free
and has never known
anything less to be
so let the storm come
and let you lose
to the magic of the sound
the meaning of one eternal beat
the heart songs subtle heat
We tell ourselves we are vulnerable
that we show up on stage wearing all we have got
we bare our hearts
upon the tables of time
to all who might pass on by
I am a singer
a vaudeville talent
but you would not know it if you looked at me
or heard my name
you would not see the diva in her
loungechair room
in fact youd see an angel
sweet and demure
but that is simply what I pretend to be
to draw you near
I am an infirno of heat
and clouds and moving parts
singing peieces
and sun stoked flames
I am on fire with life
blooming like a thousand vivacious roses
and my thorns are sharp and visicous
though you would never know from looking
that I am a shelter from the storm
I am the soft and quiet night
but I am a fever that burns beyond the nights fading starlight
and a vigour full of bravado
that is full of power
and purpose
and passion
a passion to live
and consume
and be consumed
and to listen
and to speak
and to be absorbed and
to absorb
you
And I am tired of pretending that I am demure
and I am tired of sitting behind the throne room
watching the light and the fire and the action
from a distance
always safely protected by my own petty reserve
and i am tired of standing safely by the sidelines
I want to get my hands dirty
I want my body to move to the music
of my soul
unwavering
unshy
one with it
and beyond it
I am a fountain and the creater flows through me
into you
with you
inside of you
you are the brush and the creator is painting
and I want to hold my own stick
and direct my own life
with vigor and purspose and unabashad no apologetic passion
This angel is ready to sprout wings of flight
from bones preparying to grow deep
roots of power
to bring the earth through the sky into
the magic of the sweet bower
my heart
is ready
to open and explode all over me
and you
with the love of a million Lotus Flowers
my true soul
that you may consume my offering
my gift from the soul
until we are both spent
and renewed by the sharing
and the revealing of hearts coming pure and true!
that we show up on stage wearing all we have got
we bare our hearts
upon the tables of time
to all who might pass on by
I am a singer
a vaudeville talent
but you would not know it if you looked at me
or heard my name
you would not see the diva in her
loungechair room
in fact youd see an angel
sweet and demure
but that is simply what I pretend to be
to draw you near
I am an infirno of heat
and clouds and moving parts
singing peieces
and sun stoked flames
I am on fire with life
blooming like a thousand vivacious roses
and my thorns are sharp and visicous
though you would never know from looking
that I am a shelter from the storm
I am the soft and quiet night
but I am a fever that burns beyond the nights fading starlight
and a vigour full of bravado
that is full of power
and purpose
and passion
a passion to live
and consume
and be consumed
and to listen
and to speak
and to be absorbed and
to absorb
you
And I am tired of pretending that I am demure
and I am tired of sitting behind the throne room
watching the light and the fire and the action
from a distance
always safely protected by my own petty reserve
and i am tired of standing safely by the sidelines
I want to get my hands dirty
I want my body to move to the music
of my soul
unwavering
unshy
one with it
and beyond it
I am a fountain and the creater flows through me
into you
with you
inside of you
you are the brush and the creator is painting
and I want to hold my own stick
and direct my own life
with vigor and purspose and unabashad no apologetic passion
This angel is ready to sprout wings of flight
from bones preparying to grow deep
roots of power
to bring the earth through the sky into
the magic of the sweet bower
my heart
is ready
to open and explode all over me
and you
with the love of a million Lotus Flowers
my true soul
that you may consume my offering
my gift from the soul
until we are both spent
and renewed by the sharing
and the revealing of hearts coming pure and true!
21st St. above Liberty Still
Today there came a moment
buried within the kaliedoscope of moments
that sent shivers down my spine
excitement rushing through my heels
Atop 21st st hill, overlooking Liberty still
the wind blew purple plum leaves
on the ground
they blew in circles
concentric
moving in rhythm with the air
and all of me was so perfectly
moving
with the wind
and the vibration of my hiking boots upon the concrete
The sky was misty and it was sleepy
a day of inward turning and secret yearning
of pillows and cushions and sweet smiling
where movment is slow
and the world is so much more
And flowers lined my vision,
each one offering its gift of smell
texture
wonder and love
to turn my face upwards towards the sky
so I could drink my fill
and I stole a moment back from man
into nature
when I dove my head into a thicket
and heard three birds trill
a song of sweetness bare and true
and I swooned at the softness
the trueness of their sounds
more real than any story or picture
of these birds perfectly at home
in their warble
their bush
the winds soft caress
And in that moment
I knew that I was found
in the one ness of the breathing of my soul
in tandem with the song of their trill
and the sway of the wind
like a kiss
And I knew that all was well
and would always be
On 21st st. hill above Liberty still
buried within the kaliedoscope of moments
that sent shivers down my spine
excitement rushing through my heels
Atop 21st st hill, overlooking Liberty still
the wind blew purple plum leaves
on the ground
they blew in circles
concentric
moving in rhythm with the air
and all of me was so perfectly
moving
with the wind
and the vibration of my hiking boots upon the concrete
The sky was misty and it was sleepy
a day of inward turning and secret yearning
of pillows and cushions and sweet smiling
where movment is slow
and the world is so much more
And flowers lined my vision,
each one offering its gift of smell
texture
wonder and love
to turn my face upwards towards the sky
so I could drink my fill
and I stole a moment back from man
into nature
when I dove my head into a thicket
and heard three birds trill
a song of sweetness bare and true
and I swooned at the softness
the trueness of their sounds
more real than any story or picture
of these birds perfectly at home
in their warble
their bush
the winds soft caress
And in that moment
I knew that I was found
in the one ness of the breathing of my soul
in tandem with the song of their trill
and the sway of the wind
like a kiss
And I knew that all was well
and would always be
On 21st st. hill above Liberty still
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Walk the pathway to one
Plugged in to the mastermind
The group mind of electricity swirling round the cosmos
A tender line drawn between you and me
And everyone
In this vast living organism of the universe
And I reach out with the tentacles of my thoughts
Which begin the initiation of my fingers
And the smooth slide of my intuition in
To carving
Creating
Form
The words sinuous line
A hook and anchor from me out to you along the golden thread
Of multi media and arts gallery and industry
Melting into one seamless sense of being
And oneness
And sound
And light
And motion
And living
That becomes a form of breathing and consuming
And then eventually changes hands
Is perfected and grows beyond limits
Beyond confines until it meets the one
And all and merges with the cosmos
Like a single seed that sprouts and grows
Into a whole field
Then a whole hillside
A whole valley spreading out to the
low lands
The valleys into the hollows and
the dunes
Until finally it consumes
Is allowed to merge with every contour shape and border of your
Space
And my den
And contracts, contorts and becomes a part of each of us in a way
A revelation of our one ness and our separation
A simile for our growth
And our transparency
And the smile of our simplicity
Till alas
Across storm borders
And over wintry walls
The lines that we perceive that connect us
Merge together into a cloak
A blanket
A storm of collectivity and love
True love is born
between the masses
And the unknown that lights us up from the
Inside out
And in again
and opens our souls
Like the tender blossoms of magnolias
Born upon the upright green miracles of its statuesque throne and we unfurl
Like wings of a dove
All clinging and needings
And strivings
Simply melting into one
Divine love
The circuitry of all creations design
This great complex
Yet simple equation
of luscious melting love
In us
all around us
Just drops of the giant ocean
The tidal pool of the universal one
ness of love that is us
With us beyond us
Inside of us
And becoming us
At all times
Across all space
In all forms
In every dimension
Pure truth
Unadulterated
And golden
Shimmering lights
This love that
You and
I become
And thus know
The one
Pumpkin Moon
The candles are lit
though the flames are sputtering
for waxy drops of dewy water
are fluttering from clouds
that have crept up on loose decks
on this day
the All Howls do play
and cavort and mix and mingle withthe souls of the living
and those dearly departed
pranks and tricks
and we stay inside safely hid
from goblinsand ghouls
and god knows what strange coals
that lurk and wander and meander and mean
our pumpkins are orange
and luscious and set uponthe steps
and in hallways
and kitchens
filled with light
commemorating this night
Hallows Eve
when the spirits are known to play
and cats green eyes
that reflect in the light
holding the mystery of many a dark night
and so in the whisper of the wind
and the painted faces of strangers
the yearning of the night is shown
and the clearing of danger is illuminated
as the last of the smiling childrens faces is
tucked neatly into bed
and the whisper and the howl is safely shut out of the room
curtains and whispers pulled tight against the dark gyrations
of anothernight
under the Harvest moon
glowing ferociously bright
like a flashlight under the covers
on a late night
reading stories through the wee hours
of adventure and suspense
mystery and amore
and so,as the lights are hushed
and our ancestors walk the moors
and the last little hush falls upon the shores
I say a prayer for all the lost souls
and souls to come
that have only to pray for more
feel love in thy bosom
allow it to grow
more and more
and sleep
soft dreams
that hold the promise of sooo much more to come...
In the golden light of the waning
pumpkin moon
Tidal Birth
In all of the out of the way spaces
where shadows have been hidden
and cobwebs upturned
there has been a light glowing
some may say that its origin arose in the lighting of a match
that was dropped and slowly began to burn a pathway
into beingness into creation
yet others will protest
that this light is burning
beyond mans stealthy protest
but to love this light is to learn
that its brightness is only within
thus we can affirm that all we have been
is within reach
of the only light we can truly discern
the beating of our heart
though it is in the dark
in a cavern
in a cave
nestled in the longing of bone
to sinew
to gushing blood
and stable form
is us
and through us
more light will be born
carried upon the most gentle of storms
the love of the self
and its family and home
is in true design
alligned with its truest deepest
self
to blossom and bloom forth
the most radiant love
and endless waves of devotion
that will be shown
and continually grow
upon the oceanic tides of creation
one love
the intersectionof light and shadow
always merging into one
one
one
one
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