Then I remember
Then my vision gets a bit
Blurry, my stomach quivers.
The water begins to flow.
Releasing pressure.

I remember, from younger,
Little person memories.
Ones of free.
I remember, me.
My heart yearns to serve
And share in the beauty
This pure bliss of witness.
All things I see.

Releasing the quest to solve my duality
The virgo piscean. The madness
Constantly challenging the other.
Peace only in wholeness.
Embrace the heart of the servant
And the mind of the intellect.
Standing firm in One.

And as I watched her sway, I too
Heard the groans. Weeks before,
And I just wanted to know
Why...
My heart whispered clear,
Reborn, limbs and loves essence.
Weeks before, I knew the end was near.
All is to transform.
To reunite to its whole.

As the layers shed, seasonally
Revealing anew, thoughts of my
Reunion with you liter my mind.
I assume, each tear I release
Brings me closer to you.
The grace, the reabsorbtion,
The rotation of my time.

In that moment where time disolves,
Where new life crowns.
That point where its me, and God
And I realize I've been home the whole time.
In that moment, I and I become One,
Again. Just a moment, then
I prepare to crown, again.
To root down, in deep,
Down, loaded, tuned.

jupiter dances
with the moon tonight as if
they were binary

Everything I thought I wanted
Is right here,
Particularly when the sun
Is making such a comeback,

And the lilac engorged
With purple has recovered
From its severe pruning,
And you will be back soon

To dispel whatever it is
That overtakes me like leaf blight,
Even on a day like this. I can still
Hear remnants of the rain

In the swollen stream
Behind the house, in the faint
Dripping under the eaves,
Persistent memory.

And all the things I didn't think
I wanted, cut like the lilac back
To the root, push up again
From underground


Linda Pastan - Traveling Light c2011, Norton

Changing my mind is
Limitless exposing truth
Possible is you

Its national poetry month
2 years ago i wouldnt
Have called myself a poet.
2 years ago i would have
Spoke it, wrote it, though
Never claim poet.
Angelou raised me, to
Feel compared to her
Was never aligned with me.
To be called a poet, was beyond me.

Then it happened,
A shift took place,
And I heard that my voice
Is my poem, my poetic embrace.
My pure thought is the poem.
The universal love poem
Of us, of what is.
So I know I AM a poet.

So I write it.
My voice.
The one no one knows
Yet is their own.
The prior One.
The comfortable One.
My home.

This place, my heart dwells, it longs
To rest again.
To be re-strained through
This sieve of us.
To elect to rest, just a moment more.
Unless my children call,
Ill return.

Though the quest feels near
Its return. The hero heart
Feels awoke.
Dragons slayed, battles won...
Only to find me again.
Bare, alone, aware of One,
Yet alone. Prepare for
Redefinition.
Change, evolution.
Only to find me again.
Bare, alone,

Aware of One.
And my poem moves along,
And I write to move my thoughts
Along. The mind gets sticky
Tough, thoughts like glue.
Though, when I release
Its gone. Not the love,
The incessant thought fog,
Registering all my eye sees.
Sifting through the pieces of me.

And You. All I know is I miss you.
And the embace of your dance.
The hold of your hand.
I dig deeper yet,
And we meet again in my heart.
Aware of our heart. I feel the beat,
I tune and take heed.

Captivated
By the imagery,
Maybe I now can feel it too.
Held suspense, in the distance
And the visions. Gut hit,
Paused for a revisit, a recheck.
Embrace fully felt.
Captivated

Encapsulated,
Entranced. Action in
The heavenly dance.
Arms spread receiving
The heavenly granting of vision.
The heavenly peripheral vision.
The perspective from above.
Encapsulated,

Loved, moved to hug everyone.
Recharge with each touch.
The ones that are bound
To this time around.
Those prepares future visions
And coax relation, for certain results.
The results will arrive
In time we will see we are
Love.

The physical kind, the movement of stuff.
The energy behind life,
The formation of cosigns.
The reflection you make
When you look at me.
The actual movement of things,
This love, force is what I see.
Tuning to it just seems free.
Love no longer a mystery.
Grace, fully received.

Love is all we need.
Its all we are.
Tune in. the vibration is a little higher.
Rise and shine, its near here.
Submit to our self, our heart vibration.
Soften
Open, relax in the joy of being.