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

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!

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!

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

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

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....

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!

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!

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

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

Precipice is Calling

2 years

Life seems to move in layers

opening and closing

rising and falling

Now time has changed

and life moves on

2 years later

I am standing at another ledge

new choice

new voice

same soul

The precipice is falling

and i am calling

riding on waves of the dove

cool and smooth in dawn light

awaiting the suns rise

up out of the shaows

the two year cycle

I am born annew

upon the platue

ommmm is chanting on the wind

ommm is vibrating in my soul

ommm is the cosmic key to relinquishing control

so open to love and shine completley

full

And fall as you rise up through the light

fall into rise

and 

become the falling 

and the still

till they merge and

the gap closes 

to emerge again two years later