You are calling me
I hear you.
Each night we spend together
Entangled in a fervor of
Movement and energy.
When you visit in the day
The sun actually shines brighter.
The greens look fluorescent.
Theres a sparkle to the tones.
I love when you come,
How you hold me firm
And can see outside of me.
The higher body.
The power of bodies.
The fractals fractal, expanded
Abound.
The essence I claimed to be.
You hold me there, like no other has.
So gently, when we are there.
The expansion frees my soul.
Releases those bits into the sand
Rebuilding at will.

It's that right there
That contact, the time to be there.
The things that must occur.
The faith to learn to just take
The next step. To learn to trust
My heart.
There are many paths in there
Though I follow the one where I move
Easy through.
The ones with less resistance.
They bring me quicker to You.

Nearer the center of us,
Of our creation. Our home.
The energy rests, charged highly feminine
Highly creative.
Preparing to birth.

Near this point of One,
Where the explosion took place,
Where the energy to create begins again.
Here we arrive from a womb.
Emerging into reflection.

Here the Mothers love is experienced.
Here you see what unconditionally smells
Like.
Here you begin to see why all must be.
Well, as it is, always.

Here the womb births ALL,
And here we rest with our SELF.
None can give to the source of itself.
To take is indeed a fallacy too.
Mothers unconditionally love their
Children. And near You, she's dedicated.

To our time to witness,  she's pleasured
By our stance . She tells us to rest,
And stand, ride until you glide,
And have fun.
When it's your turn to rebirth,
Trust I will be the one to call you in,
Close to my bossom
And we will release, exhale and reunite.

All is well. Trust in the magic of love.

The waters move quickly
Pressing all sides
Conquering the crevices of space.
Engulfing the flavors of colors
And sound, vibrating to maintain pace.
Liquid lit with abundant taste.
Each drip quenching my thirst.

The thirst of love, the panting it creates.
The dry chest heave you feel in the palm
Of the embrace.
The beauty our days take on, the glow
Of the suns grace. It's gift upon my flesh.

I AM ready to flow out. The bridge has been set. It's prepared to lift or shift.
Built for movement.
The forward, sideways, backwards
Dance.
The one I AM built to dance,
Long strong legs and a solid core.

Activating, awaking the beast.
She quieted for the arrival,
The time is upon me now.
I move quickly.

i.

dark curves, branches of
a tree caught in a valley wind
of tangling breath.


ii

everything unwinds
summer pools into corners
weeps for
forgotten love.

iii.

this is a dark valley
no ocean, no sky of song.

iv.

night intercedes
lets its other-worldly nectars
dissolve, unclasps me from these
breaking seas.

next to you
the knot of my hands suffer
from the ermetism of dawn
they can be no more than they are
I download fresh dreams
into breathing
it's hard to leave the bed
puzzled by perfume & body fluids

you have some sour cherries smile
left on the pillow
be the one
that easy -
like a premeditated sonata

next to you
Love is enough

The inception of a thought comes from perception
From the desire to create and express
Excitement
The purity is soiled by those who construct labels and boundaries
Causing mental spasms and aborted concepts

The years turn to months
Month turn to days
Days to hours
Hours to minutes
Minutes to seconds
Up until the split moment comes
Always moving forward
Framing your life, organizing it
You can look back but never go back
Death is unavoidable  
Progress is natural
Distractions must be ignored
And value must be found
Time is all we have, some have more than others
How we spend and how we waste it is what matters most
But if we so chose to be on the clock for ever are we getting the most we can out of this all?
Beginnings and ends, there must be more

Maybe the answer is as simple as inhale and exhale
Give and take
The bond between opposites that blend and create a balance
Is that what we call love?
Do we look for love out of fear?
Or out of loneliness?
Is it still love then or just something to keep us afloat as we drift?
Selfishness stalls the answer
In the end its definition varies from one being to another
But it should never be held over your head and demand your compliance
Threatening you with cruelty, that is not love

In reality
There are unanswered questions and unquestioned answers
Identity
Faith
Numbers don't lie apparently
And finding yourself is of the utmost importance
While maintaining enjoyment  through it all
Until you discover it's all false
And your self image
Your ego dies

You begin to separate yourself from the template
You find sense and logic in your self
In your experiences of trial and error
Reminders chime in every now and again
To help you sort through the nonsense
You become sharp, becoming less self-destructive
You know certain truths

Sacrifices are made
Dreams and denial
There are victims
There are those who run to the safety of monotony
And those who meet their cataclysmic ends prematurely
All in search for what we all want to know
Why?
Simple as that
Why does this life operate as it does?
What does it mean?
And who, if anyone can tell us?

Will it all be okay in the next life?
Or once we get there, will we wish to look to the last?
This is projected on to us through out our lineage
But only so far


If men were born as womenfolk
And women born as men,
And oxen shied of bonded yoke
To plough no fields again

If blighted lands burned black with rage
Came verdant with the rain,
The world might turn another page
And there find peace again

a jaw hinges open and shut
open and shut
open and shut
and a tongue licks lips
wetting a dry desert
and a poet sings
out the depths of silence

Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve

Watch me carefully
As I try to be
Something that I'm really not
Someone other than me

Abracadabra
With nothing up my sleeve  

Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this

What's behind the curtain
Is a bit out of focus
You'll never guess what's behind my back
It's best if you don't notice

Hocus Pocus
Trying to not own this

Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand

Watch as I pull out of my hat
Less than life demands
Some say it's magic
Depends on where you stand

Sim Sala Bim
No more than slight of hand