The crystal structures that shape
tears of Joy are not the same
as tears of Sorrow;
Peace glides gently through
veins of an uplifted Spirit, a corrected
perception! Virtuous
steps of shedding and unpacking,
ascending on ladders built from
everlasting arithmetics.
Driven consciously by the heart,
as the mind smiles and takes
a break from its usual dance.
No need for measure,
simply present within the
strands of silk,
strengthened by the agreement
to let it be.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
Interwoven in the grand matrix of our existence,
is the paradox of Divine Intervention and Free Will.
With the ability to choose,
We create the bitter and the sweet,
interpretations vast, affecting the collective.
Within this web, a strand of familiarity,
alongside an ocean of great mystery.
We remember our family, distinct
by memory, visions, and scent.
We choose to connect,
unraveling the secrets that dance
gracefully just below our noses.
Answers always available,
questions seldom posed.
Opening the door,
a door to another door,
with no walls to support it.
Endless doorways to
an infinite space, needing
not to be “opened” in the first place.
We can always be open,
mindfully.
Authentically visualize a
boundless sea of Everything all at once,
and a thoughtful creation of entryways.
Based on how we choose,
our experiences become molded
and ripple into the choices beside us,
echoing from our brothers and sisters.
The vibration of our Will,
swimming, radiating
through the cosmos,
relocating land we hardly recognize,
but knew all along.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Mama, why does the spider spin its web?
Bright and silver above my head, she twirls her thread.
Baby, the spider is a teacher of yours,
She spins her thread when she sees an open door.
A door for her to enter in,
A door to seek a brand new spin.
She is scary, mama, and crawls all night,
How will I sleep if spider leaves me in a fright?
And why my door –
Couldn’t she go looking for more?
Ah, my child, but this spider is home,
Ask not me, but the spider, what you must be shown.
A spider knows where to cast her net,
And because of this, you mustn’t fret.
I see, but how can I ask her so?
I can ask her questions, but she wouldn’t know!
Talking to a wall, and watching her weave her thread,
She will have nothing to offer from her little head.
Baby, sweet baby, you’ve got it wrong,
And why towards this creature do you feel so strong?
A spider is what a spider will be,
A wise spirit and a blessing indeed!
If the spider is a blessing indeed,
Why does she show me her net where she catches her feed?
I do believe she is here to scare,
But I shall ask her why she’s in my hair.
***
Miss Spider,
Hello! And how do you do?
Could you tell me why you spin here,
Before you are through?
I figured you wouldn’t,
You can’t even talk!
Only sound that is heard
Is the ticking of my grandfather clock!
***
Mama, you told me to ask Miss Spider in the night,
Why she spins her thread at such a great height.
Yet she did not respond, and continued to stir,
Silent as the moonlight, her thought never even occurred.
My child, you must not ask and expect her to talk,
Especially as she spins her web, preparing to stalk!
For animals use language that is beyond our own word,
If you are patient and still, her message will be heard.
Mama, I trust you,
But Spider is gone!
Her silvery web is all that remains –
There was no trace of her at dawn.
Ah, but the magic lies within her thread,
She uses her silk so her stories are spread.
Watch as the moon takes over the sky,
The glistening in the web’s great eye!
Stories and thread,
Spider’s blackness has spread.
Tonight I will watch,
And listen as you said.
Go now, child,
And remember your deed,
For to question the web
Is a blessing, indeed!
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
I think sometimes,
Too much sometimes,
That you will not love me
For being where I am.
And then I find,
too little sometimes,
That I am the one
who must love me now.
But she does this really well,
And that one already has the energy.
My comparison becomes your comparison,
In my mind.
Too often.
Where is this place,
Where I cannot see my own beauty?
My own gifts?
I question what I offer,
And then wonder.
He probably thinks I don't offer anything.
I need words, reassurance, validation.
Where is this place? When was this born?
Spirit, see me and hear me.
Meredith, see you and hear you.
Be Peace. Be Love. Be beauty.
Accept where you are,
And no one can compare you.
This representation is one with all,
Yet unique. Be your gifts and your heart.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Gentle fingertips, electrifying (Just)
the many nerve endings beneath
the Surface of my Skin.
Goosebumps chilling my spine
as kisses are feathers tracing my soul.
Light beings alongside wordless Language,
a dance between composers of a new Dawn.
Balance and fire, water meets wholeness,
Steam settling in the depths of coiled potential,
shifting and rising heartbeats are
patterned as the horizon of the Sun.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
I love you, the way you YOU...
The way you do... The way you dance,
The way you move,
The way you YOU,
The way you choose to NOT you,
Is you, and are you,
You are you,
Very thank you.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
Your influence is unparalleled.
Your beauty is Divine.
Your scent is sacred.
Your voice is Spirit's love transformed into sound.
It is you who reminds us where we came from.
The infinite ... Where we shall return.
In your Womb, we are nourished and cared for.
In your arms, we are held and protected.
Strong, almighty, gentle (Womb)an.
Thank you, Goddess from before & NOW.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
In the circle of what will be,
I am you, and you are me!
Some people are short, and others are tall,
Yet you are reflections of them all!
The great big stars that are in the sky,
Have the same twinkle that's in your eyes!
The dance of lightning, thunder, and pouring rain,
Are quite like your spirit's dance, maybe even your pain.
Our Sun that brings warmth, and shines its magnificent rays,
Is your beating heart, which will brighten everyone's day.
Mother Earth has a heart and lungs just like you,
So we must love her, And bless her,
For she will take care of you, too!
Birds can fly high, or sing in a tree,
And you will fly with them,
And sing as one family!
Snakes will hiss and slither ever so low,
But you can protect them, wherever you go!
Life on the planet, is life up in space,
All you must do is look within to find that magical place!
Now...
Not everyone knows how special they are,
Or how beautiful they seem,
So it's up to you to share your love,
And awaken them from their dream.
Perhaps there are moments when you will forget,
And will need a friend to help you remember,
Your brothers and sisters will light a fire,
And you can dance, sing, and cry
Until you smile before the ember!
With your eyes open wide,
And your heart filled with love,
Spirits will send you messages,
From below and above!
The mountains will cheer and rivers will flow,
When your walk is in truth
- the whole world will glow!
As you grow wiser,
And reflect on what you are shown,
In your heart, you will know,
That you are never really alone.
And in the circle of what will be,
I am you, and you are me.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
If my apology had wings
It would fly through your heart,
And wisp away fears
Of us ever being apart.
If would dance on your head
And kiss your sweet smile,
And whisper to your ears
How you've caught me in denial.
I deny how I am,
and sometimes where I am,
Where I want to be,
And I still have a hard time with "I'm sorry"
But I am sorry,
I love you,
and I pray that you can forgive,
And may we walk our path together,
With you I want to always live.
I have no doubt,
That your sweet song,
Is the music for my ears,
Yet our conflicts make me wonder
If you want to share with me your years.
If my apology had lips,
It would brush against your cheeks,
And take the years of tearless fears,
and Remind us that we were never weak.
My apology is but just words
and Words can never tell,
Of the pain I caused and left you alone,
and explain the pain I felt as well.
I am sorry for not showing you
Just exactly what is felt,
But I want nothing more,
Than to love you and be held.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
Nestled between the covers
Are two stories unfolding,
Unraveling in the mystery of
How to detach from it.
The stories and memories,
Meshed together with an infinite tale.
A wordless story,
making its imprint on our flesh.
Bound, yet boundless
As birds that perch upon the edge of a wire.
Potential for motion,
A flight into a blanket of Love.
Shadows follow, for once cloaked
around our bare shoulders like a guide.
Mistaken as us, and comfortable
mistreating our views.
A grim reaper of our own Creation.
A once thoughtless prison, unshackled now
in warmth of our presence.
Recognizing a strand of
Familiarity, creating an endless
family from Kingdom to Kingdom.
We are not what we think,
And yet we think this into the now.
This creative moment of backwards
And forwards, as we sleep
A sweet lullaby
Of juxtaposition and paradox.
Mirrors are doorways
Into our Selves,
Onto a great pathway of
Questions that need no reply.
Voiceless songs and melodic silence,
Intertwining in the mix of
Magic and Absolute Truth.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC