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Wriggle out of last years limitations!
Stretch beyond the confines of those outdated walls!

The safety of that cocoon no longer fits your glorious wings
Break free and fly
And as you soar to new heights

May ♥ curiosity, ♥ a desire for peace and ♥ lust for life
Fill your lungs with a fire that tempers and strengthens all you breathe upon.
I dreamed of a world where pussywilllows flew
And their soft bodies filled the air around me

The whirring of their evolutionary winged flight
Sent vibrations coursing
Causing every tiny hair on my body

To stand
***** ~ Alive ~ Eager
To reach
In surprise and awe

I dreamed of a world where Mother cats prowled
Nomads moving freely with kittens in  mouths
Nurturing their young in the ways of the feral psyche

The air I breathed came alive
Charging against the boundaries of my lungs

Pressing, infusing
Ocean ~ Wind ~ Animal
The wild
Fruitful and untamed
Written about a recent dream.
As honey flows from the Tree
Its sticky trickle gathers up and carries the sacred
A promise of him to me
Me to him
A promise of days and nights
Feasting on manna shrouded in honey
Feasting on each others breathless words of love
He told me I could search the world over and I would never find anything anywhere quite like him

I'm a Leo  

So I took that as a challenge and headed out on a journey

I returned to his door two and a half years later triumphant

When he opened his door I stated with pride "I did it!"  

"Prove it." he demanded quietly leaning against his door frame, looking, both intrigued and unconvinced.

I took off my back pack, set it on the step, reached in, carefully withdrew a mason jar and passed it to him.

"What's this?" he asked

"You."

"It's an empty mason jar."

"It's not at all empty. It's filled to the brim with all the stuff you're made of."

"Oh? What kind of stuff?"

" Inside that bottle is the magic of a rainbow I found in Greenland, star light I found in the North West Territories, wind from each of the four corners, air that's been caressed by butterfly wings from St. Lucia, sun beams from Samoa, the innocence of a newborn from Uruguay, the passion of a gypsy from Romania, the heat of a thunder bolt from South Carolina, the fragrance of the first bloom of summer from England, the poetic joy of Ireland, and one salty tear of a mermaid from Fiji.  You."  I said again triumphantly

"All that's in here, eh?"

I nodded.

"Well, you must be tired, being right can be exhausting." he said with a grin as he reached out for my hand

"It is and I am." I admitted placing my hand in his

"Would you like to come in?"

" Yes, I would like to come in. I'd like that very much."
There's a stirring when old ways start to whisper
Almost without a hint of knowing

Despite very good intentions
Despite diligence

When the whispers start ...

... Do we listen?
Or do we explain it away?

"Probably just a creak in an old joint settling ... just one of those noises old vessels make in the midst of the darkest hours...it's nothing."  a voice will often offer up in the hope of silencing vigilant angels.

After all we're all big boys and girls. We can do this on our own.

*Right?
I rowed out to him upon the Duvet Sea
Found him lying veiled in soft white waves

I lowered myself onto his body ... trusting
That he could carry the weight of my dark and light

I laid my ear to his throat and the music of his body sang out
Pulsating and reaching into my very soul

I breathed him in, his song and rhythms
~ heart beat, breath, hum of vibrating vocal chords~

*Singing and dancing in my blood and bones
There she stood

Legacy adorning every weathered inch of her

Her fruit hanging
Low
Heavy
Full
Ripe
Sweet


There for the plucking
There for the savouring
There for the quenching and the quelling

There if we reach

There if we don't

Yesterday
Today
Tomorrow


There
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