inspiration erupts!
tasting colors I've never before seen.
sensations of greens, and purples.
the path laid clean.
excited me. and I am thankful.

genuine inspiration erupts from
the muses of time.
pushes out line after line
pushes one to find
the delicacy of their voice.
the steps in the sand.
hand in hand with backs straight

blown over head, mystical.
forced beneath, cyclical.
around and around again.
pace yourself, child.

intuition is soul communication,
whispering so loudly you
feel friction, you know to listen,
or you don't and it keeps telling the truth.

you, are the muse.
a catalyst of bursts of magic
that sent me chasing after it
and found my way back to you.
yet again, the win is always
fought for. losing isn't real anyways…

the day grows lighter,
shadow lifted from my head.
the fog wished to permeate and so it did
until the weather shifts, and inspiration
sparks again.

consistent with my walk,
that beat .. I tap my toe in between lines.
always waiting patiently for the next healing,
the way of me.

please, allow me the space
to find the words to express
my interest.

there are some things that catch my
eye, or my breath.
I usually know why, shiny or
loud, some sort of distraction.
attention normally focused within.
though,

there are some things…
once these functions of space
penetrate my mental embrace
I become entranced.
fully prepared for the next step
wherever it may land.
at first glance …        

there are some things.

some things that capture me,
that nurture and nourish
the being within.
She, written on March ten,
has stars within that desire to be wished upon.
the deepest desires purged upon,
structured for soul communication.

lackluster dedication, my soul aches as it waits.
the ****** sensations
that now take place, prove we are one.
I feel your thoughts, your imagination.
they are now tuned to the same vibration.
please help me find the words…….

worlds merge, and loneliness does digress.
if only from the awareness,
the openness, the possibilities.
imagining them all. bodies sealed as one.
praying in unison with each shift of space.
dancing, walking, looking, playing,
whatever it takes. absorption must take place.
passion will need new defining.

healing, drawn to the light.

we are change…
download begins.
read that sentence again,

We are change.

how much can that deepen our
moments here.
not change as in
good to bad
or poor to rich.

evolution,
change over time.
some of that, and all of it.

our bodies change the waves,
mutate the way things communicate.

our minds make what we say,
creation escaping with the breath.

our self permeates into all spaces
reveals alternating identities
and changes things.

making something different
than before.
there are many levels we must explore.
the light within our cells
help us peel them away, digging
deep inside each layer.

We are change.

when we start to see this
with our minds eye
we liberate our right side.
changes begin to explode inside
and our true nature illuminates.

the truth our steps make,

We are change.

always evolving our environments
Earth abode sacrament, dedicated to
change this place over time.
guided through that mind eye.

trusting the self is the hard part.
now, consciously placing my feet on the ground.

for the darkest days
I will inhale and prepare.
I will kneel down.
shivering, ready to learn.

for the darkest days
I will ride the waves.
I will allow my board to coast.
motion sickness, always close.

the darkest days are upon us,
up here,
we hold tight towards the
******.
some plants rest,
others prepare to seed
or feed.
spring greens being
nutritionally keen,
proving
global hunger is make believe.
dandelions grow when
the reserves usually sour.
or right through the winter.
always on time, either.

through theses hours
I tap in, hit send and
the download begins… … …
patient now,

if ascension was what I desired
I'd have it.
flying is a spiritual habit,
I've always seen it from that
perspective.
I'd probably lose interest quickly
the complexities plainly for me to see.
the virginity finally captured and free.

I'm bound to this Earth, now.
a rebel for the dirt.
the chatter of the underworld mostly
unheard.
her poems I search for, I scour her
hoping, my heart aching for the time.
that ryhme that sings to me.

no, ascension is not for me.
no cloud soaring for this Pisces.
I swim with the salmon upstream.
dodging the attacks, GMO free, constantly
reminding the other halves of me
to not fall for the foolishery,
those pellets that they feed in
the nursery, they changed our genes
long ago.
though, all must come to the light.

and yes the light calls me, home,
the embrace of never alone.
nestled among the smells I know.
it's time will come,
and we will make love for the days, then walk.

until the moment right before
that manifest is destined,
the point before full submission,
I will let the LOVE
of the heavens fill me up to my brim,
right to my breaking point.
then you will be there,
smiling, prepared with me
to release our scales... harmoniously
and earn our wings.
we will fly home free,
work for this cycle complete.

I've got to get good with electricity.
its coursing through me.
I am a novice in self awareness,
generating waves that are
confirming all of this.

Yes, I see it, too.

as I went to part with you
our fields got the clue.
sent me right back to you.
directly at your feet,
prepared to serve the needs
of my time.

regardless of me. my perspective
still too slim, tunneled, weak.
needing still more energy to charge.
interesting balance, me and peace.

for me, peace is in the trees,
free.

the call is too deep…
coursing, electrically,
forcing focus externally,
temporarily, while the energy
surges, magnetizes
and revitalizes the mass around me.
temporarily though, because my feet need to be free.
of attachment to now, to me, even to peace.
the free of the breeze, moving
when and where I please.
theres open country waiting for me…I must sing my song.

rebels music,
the vibrations of the tongue.
all night long I call to you,
and too at the break of dawn,
you stir within my spine
demand me to sit up straight and
do the work.

the words start to bleed, I will be free...

I will just keep writing
as it opens a door for sharing.
the hearts wanting, the minds
constant watch. protecting the heart song.
she's too loud,

explode forced air, that stare
the contact within.
she bares the scalp,
get some circulation up there.
prepare for the next round.
the pour down,
fulfillment found. the cups abundance

minds found, ground covered
though miles abound.
my hearts call loud, and the times
are being seen through ancient eyes.
the lies all fall apart as One is realized.
sacrificed, white flag flying type. submittal
to my self.
trust my sight, it stretches the net
and captures just outside the entangled mess.
like fishing the sea
trying to capture those pieces of me,
as they flow out

and infect.

and if the best of me wasn't what I give,
if I didn't need to feel this to live,
I would sulk within and wish my self home.
since young these days have been confusing
always right outside the embrace of love.

experience is the basic instant
yet we are not it.
mine have been hell bent on pressing intention.
like theres just no other way to it.
the explicitness of my days, of my pain.
I AM just outperformed it.
so basic, and my pain only prepared me
for it. Oh I give thanks to bear witness.

to the darkness, and the light it births
religious.