systems of speed warp things,
time changing in the winds.
tracks left, evolving steps
plodding along the face of space
prepared to capture enough
speed, and move beyond here.

systems of fear hold us here,
keep us bound to this ground
and trapped by Earths atmosphere.
11.2 to escape this sphere, systems of speed
break down, right there.
at that moment, as we push through
our protective layer,
the magnetic barrier,
the northern southern balance, mirrored equators,
at that moment, matter releases its grip,
its clench, freeing the mind.

travel becomes light and free
speeding between the unseen,
force through the movement forward,
onward, upward. punching through
the barriers of the sky.
fly high guys, fly...

last spring, as she crashed to the Earth,
I heard, rebirth, I heard its
expansive nature.
I watched the Earth awaken, stir, be reborn.
I now ride her wave, I prepare for falls harvest.

the seeds I planted then, they were varied.
many different species, respecting
diversity.
encouraging soil to transform, to be built
up… soil the base of all things.
the destination for rebirth. Earth, its self.
She welcomes the dead, the cold dirt
embraces the shell, releasing the head.

this season, first fully aware.
this year, the questions were released.
the responses, quiet in nature,
quietly watching the nature of things,
the cycles of me,
harvesting the deepest of seeds.
the ones that grow deep,
tap rooted, dug deep.
bursting into rocks that lay as silent giants,
releasing the minerals life requires atop.
bursting through the soil,
called to the Sun,
cultivating, care taking, maintaining
for new seeds, next year.

planting along with the mothers of Mother,
encouraging my growth
to align with my self,
released to prepare for new seasons.

numerically life makes sense
sequences trace the path
of least resistance, where solutions
are least tense.
numerically I can see the patterns,
they guide our breaths. I try to rest.

it gets intense. gut tense. tight. breathing helps.
the obvious release.

synch
complete. energy replete only to rise again.
charging with my twin, seeing him. that grin.
charging for the days ahead, the weak bodies
need cures.
synchronicity leads us to Her, she has
it all.
leaving nothing behind, until it too falls.

and as the season changes, and the year
cycles again,
firmament expanding within, vision then begins to cloud
and dampen. the synergistic flow within strengthens.
visions provide the options.
the energy flow slows, perception now
mandatory. the days grow darker
rebirth on the other side of winter.
I await anxiously, patiently,

recharging….

Expanding
Pushing my self to the outer edges
Of self,
Free falling, on the stern course
Of expansion.

Contraction
Requiring fuel to change over time,
Energy gains through the heart
Are taxing sometimes, calls us to
Retract our minds,
So our heart may guide and we fill
With life delight, the sunlight, the stars
The beauty of a fly. Our reality.

In and out, the perfection in the dance,
The lasting stance, of commitment to time.
We breath it in...

Instant relief.
The release...

New belief in expansion.

It's why they teach us dumb ish,
Why the schools are concerned with
The clothes kids live in.
The basics are so clear, we just miss them.
With every breath in, we potentially
Create again.

Slowly and fully allowing contraction.
Release of spent flow,
Slowly and fully recharging
To be expanded again.
To create again, and again, and again...

The future looks light

complete within
she encompassing both,
and source.

beat again
simple expectations almost always
impossible of completion.

expect and be a deaf again.
muted, bound, except
within.

the twin,
so I'll date my self,
figure her out, again.

let's see, how should I…
excuse me, could I,
no, miss, you look familiar,…
naw, yo! baby girl! whats your number?…

seven… and the chart is alignin
with every cycle there is…
my cycles, self aware of their taste.

rusty with my warm embrace…
this time hold my hand and
caress my face, look
deep through my eyes.
hold that stance, whisper
my love do you want to dance?
oh, yes… yes, I want to dance.
I can fulfill all of my desires,
satisfaction guaranteed.
I take my own lead, balance
and stand as a woman. A mother,
among the mothers, ready to create
again.

passion in my chest heaves
the cavity.
embraced in a waves crest,
held deeply, love in its simplest.
rest and birth again, empress.
yours the sweetest essence.

lungs with false puncture wounds
ripples of grit run the edges,
simple forms of welcome gestures
of creations path.
create new paths to follow tomorrow
and the days next.
the heaving extends and blossoms
within, sending pulsations
to the tips.

the sensing tentacles grip
the flow always moving through,
cleansing as the defining lines
lose definition.
the false thought conception
of separation making these blurred lines
difficult to see.
energy moves regardless.

shapes, regulates, procreates.
She initiates.
She that changes over time.

Silence experienced merely
From the reflection it imprints
Upon my ears.
Sensitivities finely tuned in
Feel the initial contact,
Embrace for the second wave.
Silent interactions pulsating waves
Of rays of silence. Movement.
Pureness riding currents of time,
Always coming from going.

Thought, and ripple created.
Thought, and silence separated.
Experience anew, perspective gaining surface to grip.
The attachment of lips, always
Prepared to part to create again.
The forces sole mission, you and I.

The master minds, you and I,
The We, released with the breath,
We choose what we see.
Indefinitely, subconsciously,
Directing vibrations to be reflected
In appropriate directions.
Mirrors and the reflected,
Lending to creations canvas,
Continually, possibility reigns as true.

As true as the possibility of you.
And I, my, vibe, it spreads wide.
It's perspective prefers flight.
Self trained pilot, charting her course.
Excited by it's reflection.