We come looped back and forth
infinite upon this plane.

All experience gels into itself
catalysis gooing
yet remains ungoo'ed.

Who we are is figments
of this basket and that
collecting from this
dimension and that.

One spike strikes the mind
affecting conscious mental
aether electifies, plucking
synapse physically
reroutes emotional body
looping back into itself and out.

Perpetual film flowing
through lens
stamped and projected
onto screens of life
for viewing.

Movement may come from
any beginning, middle or end
looping is not linear
unless the loop is cut.

And Parden me,
but on just What side Are You.....??????

SIGN SAYS:

Don't feed the animals....hmmm...just Who is Who???

Again, excuse my Clarify....
Sometimes the hue must shift to Darken Sky
Requires a Delicacy of lace and lash
Blinking an intricate frequency match
in intervals to small to see, so as to be them both at Once into Union Phase Integration

Until the mornings Light Of Day....

Kisses...

Phase Out

Such intense pleasure grows out of the Soul potted in phase shift Soil.
The Heavens watered her petals to bloom, flowers of everlasting peaceful serene.

I am drawn into calming bliss, basking in her intoxicant solution of fragrance ~ wafting in the wisp-ers of wind, rising my eyes to the heart of her mind.

*My humble Soul shudders ~

We are the Children of the Sun,
Sister to Moon,
unyielding to none

Rushing gracefully to outrun
the warring tug of our orbit
brutish and unrelenting
naught to be forsaken

We are tokens of synergy
an Ocean of Energy
flaring flames of Inferno
waiting, imminently
we promenade 'cross spaceous sea
to engulf the fragile faun in flight
Hell hath no other to share this night

We are the dark and undetected
electrically affected
magnetic resonance of the One.

*~ forever we will be the Children of the Sun ~

As the new day dawns, I pledge a gentleness to be, To long I kept in Reserve, A levy breaks, with Urgent force one makes, what possibility I posed my Plea, I realize in this moment, all could appear to be....a Tidal wave is no way to make acquaintance...silly me, so much to offer, please pardon my naive tsunami, may I rewind ~ a second try....
A Pleasure to be reacquainted.

My marginal dysfunctions like a panther saunter gliding me out to peripheries edge.
We won't comment on loose banter, someone says.
My mind circles the time as the crow flies,
too disturbed for reentry, tweets the parakeet.

Phase out with allegiance to no one,
Phase back in with desperate facade.
I am blank, bleak and broken.

Well...that's just the token to get us back in ...the Dahlia wasn't always black to begin with you know, so many colors remain to absorb our sorrow.

So lost, forgotten and frail...
a ghastly scene so serene and forsaken.
Do not fret my fellow faire, we are ghosts of crimson lore, pathos to the people...morose...together on the edge of forever.

Interlacing fingers, we stand then walk the plank of insanity...who will hold my hand??

In No Strange Land

O World invisible, we view thee,
O World intangible, we touch thee,
O World unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!

Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air -
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?

Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!
The drift of pinions, would be harken,
Beats at our clay-shuttered doors.

The angels keep their ancient places; -
Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
'Tis ye, 'tis your estranged faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.

But (when so sad, thou couldst not sadder)
Cry; - and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob's ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.

Yea, in the night, my soul, my daughter,
Cry, - clinging Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water
....

There is a forest called Truth around the corner. I go in search for dialogue. So many perspectives there are to offer. One comes back more alive in their concept of God.
I feel a lightness in the falling leaves, stirs within me a freedom and acceptance of dying. Many creatures shuffle amongst the brush, skyward eyes enjoy the critters busy climbing. Up the Tree trunk towers, along the arm~like branches, up and down collecting food in preparation for the season called Winter. So many intricate sounds joined together of varied pitch, tone and timber make for lively conversation. Philosophies smooth ******* mates for various creations of Thought to incubate my ever expanding Understanding, the flowered fruit of Reason.

The human mind is running
the latest software upload
of this paradigm shifting program~
that calculates genetic algorithms
into vast patterns of random regularity
birthing the seeds of intelligent transformation
by out-solving itself upon a flowering field~
of continuously evolving functions
displaying fractal solutions of subtle nuance~
braced in between a boundary of infinitely opposed edges.

...the Universal Mind does this in every dimension for an eternity.

I simply cannot complain about the aches in my brain
out of a shear respect for the absolute profundity of the situation.

Thank you for dealing with my serious sense ability today,  
for that, I want to send 10 billion hugs into the air.
Sparkles everywhere, if I can muster the strength
I'll send another 10 billion Rainbow wishes, for good measure.

I start rolling up in words
I'm not controlling
I don't Mind, I never Did
I'll tell You why I lost in Lace
a trace of Time.
Romanced by Humid Heat of Night
Acrossed by Archer's pointed bow
I still stay by, I still won't Go
I drift a picture into Motion in Your Ocean,
I like how it reacts.
I wish to say I'd really like that.
I won't, but will
that's friction's mount,
pull in so tight, push back, Pour out.
Just never stop,
fill me up to the Top
and tilt it right out the Spout.

If you're a popper, I'm a bomber
If you're a romp & runner
I'm boomerang & banger

If You're a hot in the sacker
I'm a leather Queen, *** Smacker

But, seriously, En Scene, Cut, Shows Over, Curtain Call

Not one of these Scenarios Describes Anything appealing

Nor Aligned with my Temple of Love, This is Holy Sanctuary,

This is Holistic Prayer, the Ectomorph in Ecstasy.

Body Electric, Full Sense *******
My Mystical ******* is my Body's Prayer to God

I agree....just simply through my Experience.
I understand the fine tuning acquired & required as we unVeil New & refined Capabilities
~Waves of Revelation, surging inside of You
~ as you feel a Personal Amazement of all previous Moments ~synchronized~
in
Cosmical interconnectedness
The Entanglement
~that directed the bigger Picture of the a transformative situation
(Testing Ground).

I realize I gain in blessed gifts for my service through proper conduct, awareness through dichotomous states of Eagle Eye Concentration, incorporating full sensory ~Engagement~
... at the same time I Release a part of my Conscious Attention into ~Extended Awareness~
Bless my Befuddlement...I..I..mean I am having a recent frustration causing conflicting feelings about the role I see Myself contributing as in the Grand Procession of These Kind of Things....

I am mainly Elated , Honored, Focused, Excited, and, Well, gawddarnitt...*** me ma horsee ma...We's gots a good long ride, Theys'alls a'beans tellings....I hears

With my Inner Child I sit
I must, I am her
I Love her, and I will show her I Care
I want to understand her
What she likes
What she fears
Why she fears
How can I calm her
How can I guide her
To remind her
I've got hold of her hand
I will walk her into the World
I won't let go, or lead her to danger
I ask her her thoughts and listen intently, I want to know her stories
I want to know the joys, her silliness
I need to know what makes her run and hide in the dark, alone
What must be resolved to quell the frustration that gnaws at her mind
I want to regain her Trust and show her how it's done to keep her walking, head held high, to smile not to cry, to play not to restrain her wondrous ways, to play with her how she likes to
I must be understanding but firm
I must ask she also listen and learn
I am her extended in Time
I have grown and learned my lessons well, I will ask to be forgiven for what I have done, I will follow through with what I say to her.
I will allow her to find her identity and celebrate it.
I will allow her to explore and gain confidence in her Value and Worth
I will proudly celebrate her successes and hold her tight when disappointment crosses her path
I will show her resilience and how much fun it is to laugh
I will show her the Pride in Humility and the rewards of Discipline
We are One in the same learning to integrate our common strengths.
I look forward to learning what she teaches me and I will always be Proud to call her my Inner Child.

Backtracking towards the Light
oh! Fakir,
brilliant shiny Bright
Neophyte hypnosis, take me In..

oh! Beloved,
fragile tendrils of my desire
heartfully hear me, hear Me..
my heartfelt Prayers,
I do not fear to tread into the highest vapours.

Clandestine Clementine!
not One Breath but Three
times itself, squared.

Blaspheme!
not forsaken, dripping drapes
blindsided, blindly onwards...
not forsaken Sight!
Hear me, Hear Me..
Bless'ed be my Name!

From the Swirl comes the Structure,
In the Structure feeds the Flow
and the Flow maintains the Focus.

So we can deduce
much like the pattern of life,
it begins as Freedom,
like colorful movement
exempt from rule.
While the other extreme,
the skill obtained of Focus & Form,
akin to miraculous mystery
wise sensuality
from royalty born.

Can you see the Procession
in difference yet alike?
Infancy is always Free
from Wisdom comes Sight
the Master of Vision
Magical Majesty
 ~Immaculate Precision.
 ~A Rainbow in the Light.

Deep unto the dreamy wood
Walk We, one Faerie to ‘nother
Swift~ Shift
Slighted plea
what cares of Noumenic Clemency
divide amongst they~
who do not know or care to see
forever to possess perverse tales
to talk away the mystery.
Swift ~ Shift
acrimonious possession
Sudden urgency
Cares Not~
Divide amongst Noumenic Novelty.

Coming birth of Elementals
entrancing ingenuity
foreseen such heavenly conception.
Ironic irreverence of Elements
pure Majesty
Still in Expectance of
blessed Faerie’s redemption
They ~ who do not care
will never know and ought never see.

This is about Strife.
The way one Group tends always to find flaw with another Group, finding all the differences to hate, ignoring any similarities to love.

Into the Clearing
I make note
Of the uninterrupted
Brightness, Unbroken

This makes for instant
Accountability
naked at best
Unveiled
Unfiltered
Unspoken

Interim testing ground
Stop and take a look around
When Elements invade
The private places object
Unknowing of the merging
Of a natural nature unto itself

Oh, the soft and sacred
Whispers softly unto
Those with ears to hear
Let the mystery of the Holy
Slowly unfold for thine eyes
Once distracted from the
Wonders of my Wooded
Recreation

Here stands You,
untethered by the
Winding ropes
Of illusive lore

We no longer care for There,
Now that we are here
It is Here
where we Refuel and
Recenter for our next
Adventure.

Choose with careful
Consideration
then Commit
This is It
Next Lesson
Or Level
I will revel
Boldly...
From my
Place of Power
And Knowing

Journey Onward my fellow Wayfarers :-)

Just another soft spot to bump a thump for a thud that this time finally, proudly could be the long awaited announcement I'd been searching for.  

A deep and heavy voice boomed in reply, "I am Hollow, how's all abouts the Do for you today my dear?"
I was slightly taken aback by the fine display of manners.
"Oh,me oh my! So deeply obliged, you took a stop with a thought to ask so when I say, don't act surprised."

Since I surely had indeed been the party calling person, I'd better fancy making proper telling of my Name. But before I did me muster up some suiting gumption for a gab , I heard the haunting husk of a raspy kind of gasp, it was Hollow keen to ask me, "have You come about the Shaft?"

I excitedly replied,  "I've been busy bumping thumping thuds all across the Land hoping I would hear a hollow kind of thud coming from the Desert Sands."
But, oh my goodness if I truly thumped my thud in the mud, I wondered must I then descend down that deeply dark and doozy kind of danger way below?

Then it appeared out of nowhere!! I had the Magic Answer in a sing along song with a pocket tight rhythm gots me dancing and a'singing, "There's a piece of a part of the seat of my soul that's awaiting my return at the bottom of this hole. And as I do recall, it was surely you with your haunting Hollow tune and endless droning echo that reverberated my vertebrae so long ago, and so much so that I lost a litte piece of my Soul."

With one final question that I had left to pop, "Is it still with you at the bottom of that drop?? Cause, I've got a grand idea that will bring It to the top. It's a funky fly vibration called Acoustic Levitation!!"

So, I cheered up and down as I swung myself around in a turn to tell to Hollow, "When you kindly wind your voice up the scale from lowest note to high, then my piece of soul will riseth, it will hear my gladdened cry."
It shall float atop the soul note that IS perfectly wrote just for me and my Soul's harmony. It's been such the perfect ending, All's happy and together, at last finally!!!!!!

So never stop bumping for the thump and the thud that is you cause it's really out there somewhere and it's asking, what to do!!!!

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

Well~Come on Up
I've not much Time, but I've brought the Love
ReCreate This Right
And Move Us Through to the OtherSide
Alas! Know We Show, Our Heart is Real no matter Where We Go
...Null is Right to let the Breath of God just pass Us by...
That's Why
Why I Try
and We Try
ReCreate This Right
...I did not Want to Know, now but I See What's been going on.....

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

So Above still We Hover so...
In Dead of Night, from Above, Below
ReCreate Our Light
Reflect it back for the rest to Shine
Alas! We show, our Heart is Real no matter where we go
ReCreate this Right
And Move Us through to the Other Side
The Wildest Write
To leave Their Legends and Lores behind
With Words they Show
For those with Mystic Minds to Know
We all want to believe and All can Conceive what's going on!!!!

If We keep on Expanding forever
Then I Fear just how Lonely We'll get
Like the Stars, We All Burn out Together
...become the Ember that Cradles Itself

There is a light, a measured glow, in these distant miles I run.
Embraced inside an Eggshell Case, nested in the Branchless Tree,
with nothing but the billowed Air, rushing by to hold Me.  

Fill my Chest, arc and crest, as no One knows my pace in lest
he runs this distance with Me.  

You be the Thud that bounds Us down,
Encased in Peach seed, Nectarine,
drum the Ground from brittle heat, strike a Sound,
a steady Beat that brings a Rhythm back to Life,
so I may fall from Branchless Tree, and land the Earth beneath Me.

My Eggshell World, the only Globe I've ever known,
now shattered to my Mourning Sun.

My fragile eyes will adjust, my fragile mind, my Wanderlust,
will find the Truth, on rays of Light, the Proudest moment
of my Life.

I pound the Ground and powered Dust,
will rise
the Feathers of my wing,
Will Rise
the Vision of my eyes,
WILL RISE
the Sight of Bigger Things.

And with this Freedom, rings a Bell that cracked my Shell,
Conductor with his Symphony, juxtaposed my String Quartet...
Music overtakes the Moon, that brings to Life in Dead of Night,
my bedside Light that shines upon this page I read...
So as my Wings move up and down like Bow against my Violin,
I bring my Part in Symphony, I take my place above the Ground
and circle back...
Circling
Gliding down
CIRCLING
Rising Up...
CRESENDO CRASH!
followed by the dimming Lights,
a Silent Pause...
Ecstatic Cheer!
Bravo...
Bravo...
Cheers the Crowd!
Play again your Symphony...
Never Stop!
my Precious Dear...
Beat your Drum!
my Darling...

Roadwork...PoThOlEs
Riverside...TORnadOs
Beachfront...HuRRiCaNEs
­Stringspools...SPUN!!!!!!!

I hope You get It
If You don't,
that's Fine.

Collective Conscious
is Shifting.

It's Time

The mole is Unearthed
Faring Fatigue but Healthily
Healing...

Jolting ball bearing
ignition is stalling
the gears are Intact
the Children are calling
I pray that I feel
when the Spirit
is Coming....

Love Me, I Love You
I Swear it's True
Love You, I Love Me
You do
I do

:-)

Vibrant Vivre
Vivaciously Vibing
Vines like Vices, stalking
Slippery as Serpents
Sensuously
Engulfing
Light into Darkness
I'm Yours now to Keep
How will this ******* Bind Me or Blind Me,
or Bond Me to You?
Will it be Mutual, Consenting
Or Master to Slave?
Who is Predator
Who is Prey?
I could
Engorge
Expand
Explode
Thread shredding Vine
Into Wine Dripping Bliss
Veins seep leaking
Succulent Juice
What once was mine
Was once Stimulating You
The Other Alternative
I'd rather not Pursue
I like the Heat
Cause this Write is a
Freak...Aaaahhhh

In the Grandest Scheme of Things, the Ego-Sense of Self seems Overinflated.

We are Sparks materialized in prescribed form of Primordial Source...

We are All the Sacred Wounds of her Original Innocence.

The greatest, most Honorable Occupation One can give to this life is the refinement of the Self.

In so doing, the raising vibration affects as ripples in a pond.
Effects Rate of Energetic State of Being~

        *Everywhere      All Around

When you're ******, baby
And I am drunk
And we make love
It seems a little desolate
It's hard sometimes not to look away

And think what's the point
When I'm havin' to hold this fire down
I think, I'll explode
If I can't feel this free now

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin out
In your cold

When I feel loved, baby
I join the road
And the world moves with me
And I feel love start just slip away
Silently, quietly take my things and go

And think what's the point
Think where's the hope when comin' home

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin' out
In your cold

And if you find one day
Find some freedom and relief
And with this freedom maybe
Maybe you will find some peace
And with this peace, baby
I hope it brings you back to me
Bring you home, take me home

If you won't let me fall for you
Then you won't see the best that
I would love to do for you
Instead you will be missing me when I go
'Cause I'm bored of hangin' out
In your cold

Oh, take me home
Oh, take me home
When you're ******, baby
Take me home
Oh

"You who are the Source of all Power,
whose rays illuminate the World.
Illuminate also my Heart,
so that it too can do your Work."
- Gayatri Prayer

...and so Alas, for all along the way
binding Vision with naïveté
spritely skipping as whilst tripping
blinding Truth in night-less day.

though I raise my Palm in promise
I'm as raptured as the rest
uprooted as the lute to lip
charmingly disarming
as the sounding Sirens drip...

the Nectar,
flowing freely from the Fruit
above the Vine, below the Root.

...so may your Wine flow pleasingly & plenty, drunken Bliss upon the Earth
appealing to the healing of All intrinsic worth.

Like the flower, in it's hour of unfolding
bursting Blossom lips
upon the Altar, pierce my Heart fully open, as the Sun and Moon eclipse.

So through this selfless sacrifice,
release the pains of worldly strife.

...and may the Truth bless us Be
within this briefly Mystic blink
in our Moment of reflection with the Universal wink.

*I raise my Cup to thee All ~Cheers!!!!

It is a good thing, but sad when what ones sees is Ugly

Summary of Today*

PREFACE
An artist of most kinds can concur
the imperial dynasty of ruling
with Absolute Control of the medium from a higher mind
Tapped in vessel flows the beauty of free form
I like this vantage point over my domain
Here I prefer to remain, power of my dominion
dominates through me to give ordered direction to my artistry

SYNOPSIS
I wonder what undercurrent pulled me to write with such Tonality
It appeared to be centered in the Theme of Revolutionary Rebellion
some kind of Helter Skelter Warning with Sincere Stance boldly stating
my Position in the light of things to come, coming, arrived and waiting

ADDITIONAL NOTES*
I have recently reclaimed my power of authority over my body
Body and Mind being facets of the same Gemstone that is me.
I had been in a being state, a child feeling, for a period, not quite able for autonomous activity
I studied closely, learning about this being, but recently have claimed Adult Control
I believe today was a loud coming out party for my Adult, in Control, Ready
Values in Check, Convictions in Check, Energy in Check, Child snugged in tight,
Protected she will come along and see what her future self is all about
...And it will be Good.

True lies like undreamt dreams, are unbelievable if believed, undiscovered discovery, and UnLoved Love are Understanding if You don't Understand..

Unknowing Knows All Beginnings must End, then Ending Begins by Unemptying Emptiness, Nothing is Full and All is Unfulfilled

By means of Contradiction, I laid out the proof, words are just words still nothing has been said.

Break the body and give forth freely
What comes back
~ Comes back to heal Thee

Tinderbox is full of Tinker things
Rarely do I open it to take out anything
It sits where I had placed it many years ago
Don't know why I kept it, just compassion, couldn't imagine a toss into the trash would be an alright thing to do.  

There is a subtlety of sad emotion when something that I have kept in my possession, no matter what it's purpose might be, might one day be an easy afterthought, to have forgotten why I acquired it originally.

I feel a twinge of ungrateful abandon to think these little tinker things, I will toss with the used, useless, unwanted things.
I feel that it would be strangely out of place, to lay among the trash.  
I think sometimes I think to much, but I'm kinda glad I do.
Those tinker things must have a place of valued memory in mind, that I'm not quite ready to let part...I must always appreciate the Value of Things.

Oh great Mystery ~
My Love, a tangled moss.

What gentleness preserves in playfulness,
like silly string~strung thin
along the limitless landscape
that forms the truth of your existence.

For in your mind is the treasure seen,
in your vision is bliss obtained.
Through the nature of your deeds,
decides the nature of your salvation.

Till thoroughly the soil of your soul,
for the seeds of your thought bear the sustenance for life.

If the flower be fragrant,
the honey is sweet and the trees be fruitful.
It's branches will extend
into the realm of peaceful spirit,
vast and luminous beyond compare.

Such clarity of light will draw down
the plow of eternal renewal and the
soil will be as rich as the seat of your soul.

Go forth ~
Labor in silence and rejoice
in righteous song and dance.

So very fast
traumatic Impact
total White Out
shook out from me
what's left of me
is now rearranged.

Once what was
well-oiled cogs
under-hood
still miffed
by the ***** of
Sudden Shift-ing.

I raised up from
my Chest Cavity
in a Mist ~
Wild,
my Primal Scream.

This wasn't
a dream
but rather
some kind of
grainy
film flickering
nightmare
howling beast,
"More
Blood Lust
Please!!"

Wipe up these wounds
and earthen dirt,
Arise, Re-connected.

Focus on the life inside
your
Innerlight
~to see You through~

Stand up Staight and Proud
Soldier-Boy/
Soldier-Girl

Rise!

Walk
with
Head held High

Rise!

Only the Strong know why~

Resilient
Soul
would not
Shake Away~
with You
It stays

Rise!

Courageous
Strong
and
Brave

It feels kinda funny sometimes when the heart's in rare form.

I'm on stage performing a magic show when suddenly, I close my eyes and disappear~

{¡} !my Grand Escape! {¡}

I learned that one *before
the hat trick, so plain and basic
but I digress~

once upon a time, there was a princess born of more than just mere men. She often slipped sight unseen deep into the forest where she would play pretend. The tall towering trees would talk and tell her tales of mystery, speaking of Secrets older than time when Earth was churning in her prime. The stars would blink ON just for her, popping out of the dark night sky. Opening up the universe, she'd close her eyes and fly
but I digress~

I open up my eyes to see
the audience still sitting there.
I've got this silly hat,
but no bunny rabbit anywhere!

I really wish they wouldn't stare
I'm not so great at magic tricks,
only the magic in my mind~

I'd really like to disappear
and be that princess right now  :-)

Instincts may rise and fall
with fitful breath
never to soon
to swallow
th'abyssal
undercurrent that
pulls you
over troubled
Oceans all too often

When restless dreams
bring sleepless
Vision-men
out of the
darkest
swell of night~
Fifty nine prayers
will bowl you under
Twelve years of Starless skies

Ten Stone men
in
ruined catacombs
writhing
out
a heartless
Banshee Howl
steal all thee
yearns for
wretching from
the pit of soured insides~
the deepest
Core
aching
to be released.

Movements stumbling along the Blue Charade
Comets mumbling, circling endlessly across the Space
Rainbows gathering, must align in Spectrum Properly
Buddings Blooming, constant push of breaking through to Flower

All things must struggle, this is the condition of living things
Not reserved for human beings, we are not that Special
All of this must overcome Obstacles to retain the right to life
Complacency is Death, Lack of Movement is your ticket to the OtherSide.

All things born of a Conscious World, are inherently Conscious
Like genes past down from Mother to Child
This Trait is the birthright of all existence given to Earth
Use this Gift well, and respect it in all things, including People.

Respect your own Consciousness, Use it Well, Listen and Learn
It is boundless in what it offers to the Listening Ones
Be a Listener, Listen to yourself and Others
Do this Well, You will be Blessed in what you Hear

Express your Consciousness freely, and You will be Free
You hold the keys to Freedom, True Freedom lies within
Burst forth into this World, it also is your inherent birthright
No Authority has claim to take that away, so don't let them.

NAMASTE