all these paths
cross and intermingle.
they swoop through my times,
they tickle my senses.

the units appear to be clear,
yet I feel this is just the beginning
of things.
the middle of other things.
my interest is fully peaked.

parts of me, like the ones that you carry,
are so **** interesting.
seems like some natural thing we do.
seems like family.
feels like home.
when I left home, I left confidently.
I knew the road was opened for me.
I took those steps smiling.
I saw you in the rear view waving goodbye.
you released me.

now you call me in.
your presence is in me.
I feel your need.
you need some pieces of me, devour them.
your hunger grows.
your heart is sending beams that reach me.
I hear you.
I understand what you need.
I need those pieces too.
the ones that were intentionally
left from within.
those that grab my attention.

those parts of you I crave.
I imagine these days,
our laughs give way to
passionate moments of love making
and crying out for more.
I know you know my tone.
you hear it in your dream state.
you think of me then too.

all these paths.
moments to be filled.
each one containing a different you.
another piece to mend.
to heal.
to love.
to be within. a new moment.
I get excited for them.
thoughts just continue and I am.

I am in this moment, releasing its grip
and now in the next.
when will I see you again.
my heart seems to be patient.
it is squared with clean edges.
the fourth chamber holds you close.
each forcing the flow.
each doing the work.
each direction felt.
each element dealt within.
we encompass all of them.

perhaps it will be in the next premonition.
the next vision will be clear.
our path will commence
and I will bear the pressure.
I will provide my lips, my hips,
my womb. I will birth anew.
I will open, to you.
that moment I will open.
I will know, in that moment.

and before,
before I will continue
to examine and discover
new trends.
you create a spark within.
I listen.

new feelings are being manifested
new thought forms have arrived.
senses picking up the light
traveling from afar,
reaching for my heart.
the call is loud, the pounds rhythmically move.

these new thoughts reside cradled
in a clarity of You.
a see through type of verification.
clearly realizing my own self
is but an aspect of You.
a piece of the whole.
this piece is preparing for steps
back to the dark.

where You are known.
rocked at the breast, yet fully grown.
puberty at rest,
maturity known.
that choice in each step to go it alone.
this confidence, previously unknown,
though now I trust this path home.

I know that my hearts requests
are being asked from generations previously known.
the pieces of You from before, the pieces of me I
still know.
I feel you when we catch eyes.
Your gentleness is known.
Your grace coaxes me in
and I cope with however your expression
deals its dope.
its stimulating, intoxicating show.
the pieces that draw me in
to examine. the pieces I just must know.

all these pieces are calling us.
they are in us.
they course with our soul.
our world is an illusion of such a
massive proportion that we must
put out the call to rise up!
we must... the dust of the stars makes up our bones!
we owe it to our home,
She calls us to know, again.

memories sit still, awaiting discovery.
they manifest as new feelings.
I act upon them.

I write at night,
mostly.
once the dark sets in my line clears.
and I start to hear, on some nights,
voices within trying to get out.
so I write.
I remember the advice
that each project should be
delighted in as my first.
each new moment must be given its due.
so few seem to feel this depth.
so few of us have yet to see whats possible.

each one is just as meaningful as the next
and the last.
10 years prior or lifetimes passed.
each capture of time is best spent in it.
just in that moment.
I want to live each one out loud.
there exists a burn to devour it.
to force it down.
hunger in the belly of the beast.
passion for the minutes relief,
for the next moment that comes.

each one is a part of the song.
the song plays long and slow
spanning strings of time.
each strum follows the cords
they shift from one way to the other.
they constantly move. we are
riders on the waves
bubbling from atop. and the waves just
never stop.
they move with the clouds and air
and the water.
they keep the song playing.
listen closely to the tune.
hear her play...
she moves silently. quietly.
shifting space with her tones.

she knows those low dark tones,
she creates in these scales.
the spark is seen for only a moment,
the next ones are ruptures of more.
more new moments, being birthed in the dark.
where the true courage starts.
the fire that makes this stage go.
we forget what it takes to grow,
the light always pierces through.
it moves and shifts, reflects its gifts,
etches out vibrations previously thought gone.
coaxing itself through patterns of dark.
pressing against the sides, making its presence known.

you see I write in the dark because
the dark knows me.
I pierce through its womb with an intensity.
I am buried deep within its core.
my sound is low and it is absorbed by the ground,
by her body. she likes my sound.
she begs for it, late at night.
desiring a full cup.
I must admit there is an intense lust,
a want to feel this ****** of the light.
I wish to be the dark,
the trust, the part of us that receives
unconditionally. the receptor of things.
I have wondered if such moments were
thought for me.
to be open to receive continuously,
I think I would then experience free fully,
try I must.

and the trees are the ones who
gave it up.
helped me step my game up.
before I was walking with my head down.
it was time to grow up,
heal some family wounds,
toughen up. each time my foot touched
down I knew the alignment was perfect.
some felt like a tight squeeze,
a slow death. some I would sing
temptations breaths, I would imagine
I was somewhere else.
I didn't have the trees then.
they had to let me live.
I found them. and now we
are friends and Ill tell you it begins with just
noticing them.
really noticing them, the divine being within.
they record the memories of here.
they capture times stories, leaving air
for my womb to birth anew.
how magical do we have to get
to finally allow the truth through?

this thing we do,
this dancing celebrate,
its the dance that matters.
the movement.
the sway from one side of the planet
to the other. how the waves shift back
and forth. never pausing for a rest.
energy is in constant movement.
changing from moment to moment.
definitions always change.
things must always be redefined.
we define time.
this,
this manifestation of it,
time awaits its direction.
it awaits between the ticks,
faithful for the next moment.

and if this is the last poem I read I
could release my grip and merge
knowing that my hearts voice was left
on the page.
the truth of my soul.
everything is as it is.
designed, either for this way or the next.
everything is ok.
remember we are the head of the quartet.
we are the sound that travels from the core,
the dark steps,
we are the actual steps of the one.
our path is clearly set. and the dark awaits
the intrusion, with great angst.
creation begins again.

when I am writing I feel this within,
this darkness being enlightened
by sharp colors and bright light.
it forces my mind to cleanse.
breaks through the deep caverns
created back then, before the trees
started talking and way before now.
now I just allow it all in.
I just put my head back and open.
I receive the light and
my hunger lessens.
my core tingles and listens.
she calls the light deep within,
she calls it to the darkest of corners
and she sets me free,
confident now to say
I am no longer scared of the dark.

Today I met a girl.
Her stance was America is not
For Donald Trump.
America is embracing all the differences,
As the sign read above.
We accept all creeds and colors.

Another stepped up and
Asked what was being spoken
And this young girl said,
The hatred of Trump.

I stopped her in her speech
To correct my conversation.
Hate is not something I send into creation.
She smiled and said well you know
I said no.
I love him as we just discussed.

And here is why we truly suffer.
Why we keep reliving another's story.
Primarily we look for what we don't see.
Secondly we accept based on the
Physical reality.

These two things can create
Mass confusion.
If we desire to have a system
Ran by humans
That are not of the isms,
Guess what love, it starts with you.

Trump just had the guts and the team energy to tell it as it is.
And trust the majority of us are good.
We want to love and accept one another.
Don't be fooled.
Though we accept based on the matter
And although it's what we use
Our love comes from us.
From within. Our true burn is to create
Again and again.
We lust to give.

This next year is a blessing.
The reflections are a lesson,
One we all want.
One we all need.
One I need your help to sprout.

Love unconditionally.
Assist in the upgrade.
Lean in. Enforce yourself,
Your friends, strangers.
Reach your span.
We got this, as time does again
And again and again. ..

We go around again and stretch
Our core.
We strengthen our limbs
Reconnecting hands,
Reminding each other
It's within. .. the answers are within.

Be clear, rise above the low vibrations.
Go within.  Learn self love.
Learn to forgive.  To love again,  anyways.
Trumps goals will be accomplished.
And our message will be carried on the wind.

2017 brings the energy of the 10.
The energy that birthed me.
That in and out weave.
This new cycle bends the laws of the 10.

This power surges within.
An awareness of creation
That speaks from my soul.
The layers here are often misunderstood,
The 1 and the 0 whisper softly.
They interplay, the wombs receive.
They create time again.
Tentative aligned with another number.
Intention rests in the 10.

With this round I plan to write it
All out.
Commit to getting them all out.
Releasing my I upon you all.
Feeling no time to stall,
Moments in need of definition,
Times call.
It's just so loud.

I wondered for years would I tune in.
My quest has been found.
This truth is the point of vision
From here.
Nothing sound to question now.
Darker notes lightened,
Time feels well spent,
Days empowered to crown.
Days given, with gratitude.
Knees spent for the courage of
The opposed foes. The moments of lows.
Thanks be given to the brave souls
That answer those calls.
Though, they too rise.

And I ask for giveness from you,
To give me the grace I need to affect you.
It's my truth too.
Our divine dance.
At last! The words break through.
I chose to heal seeps into the realm.
Infects the system.
These words must come out.
Release them.

la la luna
the one that shines bright.
Her glow mystifies my eye.
as She moves across the sky
my mind ponders the surface
and what lies beneath.

la la lun
perhaps thats what you do.
processor of things,
filtering through.
I feel your moves.
they lay waiting in the base of me.
in the hollow parts of my core.
there the shifts rest,
moving back and forth.

la la una
the One I cannot contest.
the perfect balance of movement.
pressure being built to release it
again and again.
my waters embrace this.
they hold the charge that encircles
the stars within.
they prepare for collision.
super novas on course.
the lens receives a focus.

many nights
right before I close my eyes
the lyrics begin to flow.
I know you are close. I feel you.
your presence becomes known.
I hear you. your scent still unknown.
I wonder how long before I know it.

as my eyelids close,
I get warm, my back settles.
the arch gives and the muscles relax.
I sense you're near, you're pressed against me.
I lay still. I prepare to release, to breath.
heave, silently, my children sleep.
they rest next to me.
the space there.

how can I bare to continue to miss
this bliss. to not know what it is.
my patience will not run thin.
I will stand in love.
I will listen. follow the path back to my dreams.
I know they will come again.
these new ones will be of you.

the pace here is set,
as I rested in between the next step.
its ready to be walked.
each moment crossed is yet
another chance to evolve.

these are the things that free
this souls fret.
these are the realities that allow
me to see my whys.
the dips constant churn,
the waves crashed into the surface
and curled into it.
moved right into its own core.
rinse it, better yet.
get it all out.

there are steps I must step.
bricks to be laid. they weigh a lot.
come with emotional movements
that can cause an uneasiness.
a mild upset. one that must be dealt.
and so I deal with it.
up front. transparent.

though, don't hold your breath,
at best, bet on these steps.
they rarely let me me down.
they have been configured to rise,
to crown.
the knees get momentary rest.
they must dig into the ground and
weep. this is just a part of the work.

though, this race,
this race is set. the energy is moving around
and around and around.
tempting me to play.
keeping pace, headed down a glowing road.

being me comes with repercussions.
I can now laugh at them.
Younger they hurt my heart.
Though the trust is developing in self.
I keep choosing a path that gives me
what I need.
I feel crazy sometimes, though I know
everything is ok.

Sometimes my writing is weak and
my choices bleed.
Recently they've been so cloudy.
I am ready to see clear again.
The distractions of the world are plenty.
I just want to do my work.

I want to get back to this work.
Focus in on the work.
the plants lead the way.
I know I can trust them.
I do not know what just happened
though I trust it was just.
it was a must.
I hold each moment in this embrace.

I wish to race home.
allow my body to relax.
to be healed.
accepting of things.
allowing some time to pass.
valued mostly a healthy home.
my heart continues to moan and
call loud. patience for the time.
moments to know.
I know this soul will feel the bond of One.

I know one will appreciate all of me.
one will lead me through my dark spaces.
hold my hand down the path.
knowing who is within.
feeling the desire to heal.
needing my trail, wanting more than
the idea of me.

all these moments, they prepare me
for the one that my smile gets big again.
when I feel it within, I will be ready to deal
with it then.
ready to step again into the moments that
have yet to come.

This masters year is nearing it's revolution.
The months draw nearer.
The dark approaches it's own hollow.
It releases all pieces.
Ejects the past from its space.
It prepares to be enlightened again.
Springing from these dark days, I am
Coming.

I have arrived and behind my eyes
I know what is true.
I know love lights all paths to you.
I know I am you.
Though I feel a weight upon my shoulders.
I carry bags of my past, still.
I try to abandoned them.
They seem to want me.

These bags are packed with folded rags
Of stories told and forgotten.
They replay a story of saddened days.
Fears begotten path.
Where each second spent in its chest
Lent to the next. The nightmares surge
in my memories.

And it's so clear to me though I seem to
Lack some skill.
Some path to standing still.
To waiting until the storm has passed.
I prefer to move with haste and cleanse
As I move.
Waiting for the waves to crash seems
Immautre. Though,
I am feeling something here.

My movements feel too fast, now.
Now they feel weakened by my past.
As the river passes I just know not to drown.
I interact with the waves from above.
Though here is the sticky stuff,
You are here.
I know it.
This masters year has shown it.
This year is rolling around through time,
Curling within and releasing the stems
Of the 9.
Resisting the passed times.
Heeding the signs to break ties.
To separate the cycles intent.
They'll go on until we master them.

33rd degree to see me.
I had to climb this height to have a viewpoint.
I had to reach this moment to be free
To release the heat they encapsulated me in.
I no longer want to question my worth.
My capability to be loved.
My darkest, hidden corners...
They are fully being alarmed.

The light is coming.
You have me in your sight
And you stand still until you capture me.
I will know.

Memories desire
Fires lit, dim. Oxygen,
Wind called to feed it

There's a love song I'm stuck on
It sounds like the wind
It moves so quickly
I get anxious each time it ends.
So I hit replay.

I listen again, I hear the promises.
It's tones are tuned to my ears.
It's near, it pierces my pores.
So clear, the melody of my heart.

I taste the tears as they roll
To my lip. Salty memories of times
I searched for you.
Years of running from the dark and
Always towards the light.
I remember the last one was a man,
And he chased me to your arms.

That fear stayed far behind

And it creeps up from time to time.

It's my kidneys path.
Gone to support the health of my family.
My kin.
You all.
A sacrificial path. The one
To end with.
The final breaths of some ending.
Some beginning.
Some new hand.
Those times call me now.
Bridging these gaps.
Time is moving fast...

My love,  I gasp
At the thought of embracing your hand
Upon my chest.
I tremble as your grace presses into my
Existence. I ask,
Come to me, at last.
Fully enlighten this minds darkest corners.
At last! You have arrived.
As I hear the songbirds sing.
I hear our song, I sing. I rejoice within.
I hit repeat.

Closeness is waning
Space is creating a change
One, I must embrace

And now as the smoke
Blows, as the pressure is set
I envision it.

Your chest felt like home
And your tone. Whisper to me
Our future moments

When we met eye saw
Your face, yet it seemed cold then,
The nerves did not rest

your tone sparked within
My personal attention
Since then, I wander

My heart seems to know
Longing for your breath in mine
Your wings wrap my frame

On the mourn it's you
Your essence fills my mind and
I open to fill

in past lives we danced
to beats created with our feet.
we stepped carefully over Her back.
we pranced, leaped. we slept embraced
by the breath of the trees.
we leaned in, desired more.
the heat burning right underneath.

this love is one to delicate to define.
words miss its entirety.
this love tastes, feels, refines all.
in perpetual movement.
circling, shifting coast to coast,
paddling through the waves.
we grow weary searching for
strokes that do not burn.
they all work the muscle.
exercise the beat.
tune her. its a skill none can compete.

sitting here, remembering how it feels.
the feverish chills, the trace along my back.
dig down deep, bury into the death.
mine the sands of time, uncover the healers
tongue. release. fear of dying.
release fear. be free. be me. be me. be me.

We sit on opposing sides
We watch one another, carefully
Cautiously.
We notice the difference.
The diversity.
We see it as challenge.  

Neutrality, the option of the stars.
The opinion of the cycles.
My own personal dedication.
Unlearn division.
Learn to move through the steps
Gracefully.
Hold another's hand gently,
Allowing room to wiggle.
To hurt.
Create space to heal and touch.
I need to be touched.
I need to reconcile my hearts work out.
I love unconditional and have had a guard
Up. Taught young that my love would
Be taken advantage of.
Never worried up front.
The first hurt though,  
Instant cover up.
Instantly taking my personal path
Up another rung.
Following that piscean path to One.

It's the blood,
They taught me to keep my fists up.
I fight for you. For love. I've been beat up.
All who whisper love to me, it seems.
It's a conundrum.
Born with unconditional love for everyone,

It just isn't for me.
It's in my stars.
I barely recognize I'm alive.
When the moons glow is full,
I fill with the want to go home.
Though,
My heart was born for you.
while I'm here and aware
I'll stayed focused on how to repair
These broken habits
And serve as I'm meant to.
My Virgo essence reconciling in my sea.
Influencing me to critique and heal.
One will know me.
And in that moment,

Moving through these changes
I feel my feet dragging, some.
These alignments are maintaining,
Steadily participating in this dance of us.
The sway of the hips to the beat.
Moving, trailing, leading,
Stumbling, rising, standing. Firm.
Aware of One. The feet are heavy here,
The feet leave deep tracks.
Winding roads to map. Generations
In need of paths. Options to create new.
Disturbance for greater tomorrows.
Energy's cycle, History's truth.

There are scars opening
Ones I knew were still there
Though the love kept blossoming
And my immunity was holding up.
Though now these scars are bubbling up,
The blood beneath the skin is acting up.
It's ready to be cleansed.

And I feel high now still, and
Below, on lower limbs I feel
The air touching my skin.
I feel breezes of time
Opening. Portals being defined
And this time, I see.

This time around I can see fine
Clearly aware of the cycles repeat.
The rebirth of lessons missed.
Deep explorations of my depths.
This time I trust me.
Then I had yet to see.

Then the basics had to be
Founded.
The base was weak.
The little girl me was hurt early.
Early captures of my vulnerability.
Fear implanted then.
Here is where by breakthrough began
At the edge of free.
Lessons to learn in the sand, in the dirt.
In the breakdown of life.
As the death is settled in,
These truths I stand in.
Balance of fear and love.

Habits still to be shut,
Neural paths to be re-spun.
Neutrons path to be felt.
Neutralizing these low vibing memories,
The ones that I alone live through.  
Tearing open these scars,
Clean the blood. Rinse generational
Wounds of appendages and organs
And hearts. Cleanse us.
Bring the healing energy down.
Mend the scars.  Create new
Warrior Marks.

since I was a little girl
I wondered about the perfect love.
the one that is always there.
the one that hears your insides.
Ive since thought Ive known many,
now I realize the quest was one of recognition.

perfect loves are ones of great trials,
ones that are given the chance to live.
you must feed the flame of this love.
you must dance in the smoke
and light of its fire.
holding hands, circling.

its a give and take thing,
the perfect love looks like this.
the two navigate each others space
and taste whats within.
it tastes like you. good and then
some days less brilliant.
WE all have this sentence,
dueling energies constant presence.
the waves never give, they shift.

I want to change my quest,
with Venus in Aries, these things
are new.
I want to create the perfect love.
the One I desire to nourish
and stand in. the love, itself.
walk into the flame, the dance.
singe the outer layer.

you provide a nourishment
few other moments contain.
you join me with the moment.
you root me to now.
your reflection allows me to see
my own beauty and I love you.

your energy is what expands
to meet me, to touch my soul.
I feel it surge within, healing
some bits of me.
your true care, your protection
secures me and I love you.

my friend, you extend your self,
my self, ourselves, WE have been before
and again.
I will recognize your eyes then, too.
my friend, I love you.

watching a grapevine breath.
it adds the green leaves on
in early spring.
they spring to life, from
small pink bulbs that set in
right after the frigidness of
the dark of winter. right after.
her first leaves are a dark green,
they bleed the new life out.

she takes a breath in and
pushes tiny buds out.
the smallest of richest grapes
begin to show up and you begin
to prepare for the harvest.

the breath quickens as the fruits go from green
to some darker tones.
each one, takes its own journey to ripe.
she fans the fire of life
with another breath.
the true dark of US pops out
and you smell her.

she sighs as her fruits begin to drop
and be cut.
the release of the weight of things,
of last spring, she now
desires to be free of.

she breaths in again,
deeply
and her first leaves turn brown.
starting at the tip, the chlorophyll races
in to the clouds.
the yellowing, spotting,
a breath to release the past.

there are still many yet,
I watch her breath.

this next section,
these following lessons,
have been my anticipation.
the moments I have been awaiting,
patiently.
the special ones just for me.

they are closer now.
the moments where I rise in love.
the options for the best of me
readily, steadily available to me.
stimulated, solely, through the mind.
tickling my thighs, taunting the nape of my neck
through your time. I love it.
I love our time.

and I feel your vibe traveling from there,
its so similar to mine, I know that these
moments are divine.
our work to recreate the timeline of here, now.
the time in the dirt,
the time with Her.
I know our cycles were preparing to
intertwine, and I can see already
that these will be the moments that
truly inspire me to rise, like my children's
smiles.
those moments where you just feel alive!

like when the energy surges through my body
and the rain feels like its cleansing
my memories as they ride to the front of my mind,
taunting me to live then, again.
in any moment other than now.

though I don't mind,
I know here I belong.
so my attention you have.
I feel your entry into my life and
I want to be near your side.

Spirit paid me a visit in the forest.
He came down a bend
from around the way.
He surprised me.
He told me some things.

I had just asked for my turn.
my sign of the spirits entry into me.
my co-spine.
though I know the partners are many,
there is a space especially for me.
so, as I walked, I asked through fungus
from the trees, my friends.
I knew they would communicate for me.

He walked right past me. he obviously heard my call.
His graceful movements created an arousal,
an awareness of His power,
the wild stallion He is.
the way His hoof pressed into She.
each one stepping so lightly, his presence felt.
His dark appearance providing contrast.

I felt His heart.
He wanted to visit me, closer yet.
and I asked when I would see him again.
my heart is anxious and ready to expand.
He is near, Spirit said, and
disappeared into the forest.
He left a trail to You I
follow in earnest.

you once said to write a letter
to get my emotions out.
to spell it out, cast my desires in the air.
trust there they will be dealt.
I've written many since though none to you.

I wanted to make amends,
because its your voice that woke me,
I heard it and it spoke to me,
sung to me,
whispered to my soul.
I knew you after we kissed.

still much growth,
we met early before for healing.
your heart needs protecting
and I am a nurturer.
I also think of you, still now.

I just wanted to spell out
you too are a reflection of me.
we meet time again.
we bump and rub to create intense friction
for the next round.
ours a slow and steady dance
of life long friends.
and I love you, always.
when you are ready to share,
I AM here

as he rises I hear the faint
trickles of fear dissipating.
I see him clear.
I want to hold him dear,
in the embrace of a friend.
allow him to know I fear not
the fire he can create here.
how he penetrates my soul,
how his seed has changed me.
I have no fear left here,
I only wish to hug.
the bitter cold is too much.

tinted window panes
keep light out.
distort what's behind
and out front.
vision skewed,
intentions unknown.
malevolent guises energy flows.
intentions unknown.

transparency is key.
its free here.
once the light begins its path
through you, you feels its intense
request.
allow for a clear see through.
hide no parts of you.
the light penetrates,

and travels to its required destination.

more continue to rise.
her call is deafening still for many.
pattern recognition missing from our history.
hearts bleed when death occurs again and again...

though it seems, there is a group of WE
that clearly hear through the visions.
this group, these warriors for the heart
have begun a serious procedure,
a complicated circumcision of fear based
conditions.
this group exists in all generations,
though now is a new day.

the feeling I get when I AM
in the presence of these beasts,
I get a bit flushed.
my mind rushes with thoughts of US
here, with the path to peace so clear.
my body trembles and I want to push in on
these people.
I can feel it in the air.

the air changes, winds shift,
rainbows become more prevalent.
you can feel when ONE arrives.
these warriors extending arms
and heart space.
fine tuning things.
right at our eye.

these are the gifts the light bring.
and the dark has its gifts too.
the truth is the warrior heart is
blue.
darkened with each offense that causes pain.
though suffering is choice and so
this blue tends to be rich with voice
of chosen path.
the conflicts needed to light yet another path,
and the cycles do not stop.

its the fear based choices
the warriors of now are here to expose.
the cycles truths are being unloaded upon us
through the times of today.
much of it is created to keep these
warriors at a slower pace, these light workers
feel the race, now. and are on the way.

the time is now, and always.
I feel it in the air.

I wonder what it would have been like
To live in the suburbs with you.
In the Twin homes, streets lined with high walls.
The quiet neighborhoods,
Behind those doors
Are the stories to be told.  

I wonder how it would have felt like
To walk evening paths, holding your hand.
Steps towards birth.
I envision how your love would have felt.
How the cool night breeze would remind me I was with the right one.

Though somehow these were not our steps.
In my dreams it's a mishap and we
Always get another chance.

I looked up and heard
you, your tone called me in and
I answered my call

the eyes are said to be
the portal to our soul.
the door within.
where truth is told.

images pass through optical lenses
enter our realms as electrical
impulses.
beat, beat, beat to our brain.
processed, and vision occurs.

the belief we create
what we see
is deeply seated here.
our eyes convert matter
to pulses of light and currents
that our brain can envision.

in those intricate delicacies
of what WE are,
in those most complex layerings,
our truth sits.
we have to watch closely.
so many details are missed.
lost in the abyss of what fear
creates.

so, how does this work then?
the electric tick of fear
must just keep expanding. its wave moving faster.
its in abundance and the visions are clearer.
the perspective is available for you
to align with.
those currents run continually,
tune in and then see what you wish.

and this is generational.
natives of any land say
its 7 generations ahead.
our work is not for our part of the path.
we are experiencing Attunement
and indeed it is heaven sent,
it travels on the wind.

this movement of air we exist in,
this moment to moment experience
where each new one is gifted.

as each moment is shifted,
we know something is happening.
our hearts are bleeding out stagnancy,
creating space for loves vision.

we rise, our insides being forced out,
the outside coming in on electrical currents.

as she reaches her maximum,
reflective, potential for this month,
I feel her illumination.
its like this most months.
her glow reveals my deepest desires.
my true call home.
what my heart wants.

though, here I seem wired to serve,
selflessly.
as her sides round out I hear her .
its so **** loud.
she reminds me of what I long for.
since so young, I just wanted to be home.
it must be getting close

these transitions in life
have a way of slamming in.
they carry weighted experience.
they alter time.
these shifts, the waving goodbyes,
the new normals.

gold,
the only material worthy,
the only metal capable of keeping
the mold off, keep the heart pumping fresh.
opening and closing for the workout.

trust, these movements of such,
these takes and thrusts.
the massive shift of the ocean, as the tide
releases its hug upon this shore.

She heaves, and shifts the sea.

these pure moments,
they carry all of the energy that is needed
to make it the next round.
ejected from new moments in space.
ones yet to be seen.

its these,
these brilliant moments.
I tend to rest patiently in between,
as the energy is building.....

In this world
People take a love like mine
For granted.
In this world they teach
Work as habit.
To earn love one must work,
Jump, leap, impress.

Second chapter of the book
So many attest
Claims the glory of the first
Is second at best
And work is introduced as
Deliverance, a path to love.

That love is a contest,
Something to win, hold,  capture.  
Something we must run after.

This is the thing about in sight,
When we look within we see
History and what's been written
Has an agenda,
Generations long.
Deliverance, indeed.

Our current world has been created
For us to literally see.
Cloaked with options
That create division and
Defame neutrality.
In the light though, we see
Both are needed and necessary.
From ONE WE come,
From unconditional love we come forth.
And so to my point,.

My voice, my truth.
Love is.
Its embrace is YOU.
be your self.
Love unconditionally,
Be true to you.
It's so simple it sounds basic and silly.
Though if you follow my lead,
The light within will begin to
Bleed out.
Your heart will be overcome with
Acceptance and understanding
And your mind will begin to overcome
Doubt.
You will begin to feel free,
The gift of what is.
Love anyways,  unconditionally.

tiny piece of lint
was my imprint at birth.
She named me
the most insignificant piece
of it... the lint in the corner of your pocket.

held close, near the warmth of the thigh.
secure, protected.
little piece of lint.

the challenge with it
is that I have always felt it.
insignificant.
humility has been my blanket.
it has protected me from the
fingers reaching in to grab hold
of coins and other pocket stuff.
that dark corner down there,
where the blue piece of lint rests.
wash after wash, the water only
beats it.
forms a perfect ball. the sides never
stop. the cycles maintain.

the challenge is I still feel this.
insignificant.
I always will.
I see what I am a part of.
I feel the magic of it.
that background buzz, humming...
yes..... I hear it.
my perspective just one tiny
bit of it. little pocket lint.

significance rests there.
in each piece of it.
the wind only exists
because of the other tiny bits.
this is the delicate bliss.
the kiss.
this awareness.
feeding from its passion to be
because it is.
it is repetitive in nature, though
what I see is. It just is.
and it creates. it extends.

I expand into your hand
and you free me.
you release me from the dark corners
and set me free. to be la nita.
to grow by attracting energy.
with the right charge, a lint ball
can exchange electricity!

my tears burn some nights,
they purge the energy of the day.
though I was built this way,
molded and shaped for it.
flexibility to change is key,
until that day. and in between
I've now seen,
my responsibility is to just be me, my imprint.

the afternoon is settled
and the last bees are humming,
buzzing, quieter now,
from flower to flower.
less competition.

the long summer sun
has allowed them to
hum along forever it seems.
the heat grows, leaves tips droop,
and they are collecting with fervor.

their initial hunt begins
with the early rising day.
they head out over the city
in search of her milk.
her nourishing sweet life growing
milk.

the search is directed by the colors
of her display.
her richly tuned shades of violets
and yellows call them in.
they dart in and out, quickly,
focused, drawn in to dance.

that dance of her.
the one that encourages the let down.
the one that taunts the flesh.
her perfect dance.
it sends chills through my bones.

these drones fly drunkenly
by the end of the day.
they have beat their
wings against the same
pressure we feel, the same wind
we hear.

they grow weary as the sun shifts again,
we say good night, a short rest.
we process her nutrients in the dark.
quietness

the blissful kiss
of the truth
is so hard to miss.
I sit and I reminisce how divine
that moment tasted.
I ask for another drip...

the kiss, of what is,
the graceful wisp of
what is,
the golden ray beaming down.
the lighter blues hinted with
a spot light.
I sit and I remember it,
how it felt upon my lips
and how my heart ached for more.

my heart got a glimpse
of pure love, again.
I know at birth I witnessed it,
and at death, each moment in between
these, it seems to be here too.
well, I actually know it is.
I've kissed

the love of what is.
all of it.
what this is. its a pureness so few
can ignore, fewer tend
to barely hear a sound.
we are clouded by loud thoughts
and culture.
though its in every one of our
moments. this bliss

we miss it.
this fire lit in our bowels,
this passion for breath,
and ***,
and children,
and death.
we miss the nature of things
and its divine imprint on our
beings.
we miss kissing,
the faint blissfulness of what is.

the winds change
and you are suddenly
in a new day.
they just change,
and your life begins again.
behind clouds and a cold wind
you feel your bones
within. shaking.

the air shifts
and the heat of the sun is
released.
it pours down, penetrating skin
warming the core.
releasing moisture to join again.
the faint wind comes back
and brushes your hair
it slides over your chin and you
smile.
you know this is why you are alive.

she shifts so quickly sometimes,
answering prayers. clearing for the future.

ONE
Is imprinted on the back
Of a dollar bill.

The outer edges are webbed.
Trapped.

Excitement to find the hidden
Codes in the corners
During school days.
Those days of entrapment.
The slave training days.
Hey, awareness is my only
Approach
To breaking habit.

Those days, we scanned the note
Forward and backward
Looking for games.
Knowing make believe
When we see it.

Those days, when we were freer
Within,
Those days are staged with
Cob webs,
Like what do you want to be when you grow up?
And, black people were slaves.
This intricate Web so delicately
Entrapping truth,

WE are ONE.

It's the 1, the 1st, the real truth.
It's freedom, abundant love,
It's You. See WE in you.

The only work to be done,
The tribe is human.
We are scattered across our Mothers chest
She nourishes our breath.
We receive.

Those days I was imprinted with
Images of dollars in my head.
Now I prepare to break free.
Cob webs and spiders no longer
Intimidate me.
Bring it, I see. Clearly.

WE are ONE.
In WE I trust.

I want to absorb your being into me
 if I could I would
take your flesh
 your path
your journey
every moment you've seen
every inch
I am the water
 I move quickly

as I stand In this River bed
 I feel the miles of it
before this point of it.
I see the pressure
 pushed through these
rocks.
 the water moves slowly
 here
 she trickles.
though her power is not reduced
she shapes and molds
what she must.
 standing

In this Rivers bed
I feel the heat above my head
 and I feel the waves crashing
 into my mind.
The break of the waters path
As she learns to notice mine.
I AM just standing there,
And we intertwine.

as I stand In this River
I realize water moves quickly
and always cleanses in time
 percolating through the Earth
 toxins are made here too

And I'll walk the water home
back towards the Sun
 and bring my friends along
Breaking through
Time and distance

And just trusting
My song.
It's being fine tuned, the
Melody of my heart.

This new set
Is settling in
Fine short strands
Feeling strong together
This new set feels tougher
Created by my hands, and heart.
New appendages, new start,
Hands aware of their power.
Words spoken clear.

They are pulling me back together.
All my pieces.
I weathered the storm.
Broke up with the head, confirmed
I AM ONE.
they reassemble the hairs, the splits of
My time
And the work just now begins.
I AM here to help.
And locate all my pieces.
The ones that originated near
You, too.

Each piece tightening, now
Preparing for this strong foundation.
Brick by brick
I re-stack. Reborn
I fall in love again.

And again and again
My new friend, my awareness,
She is now recognized.
This truth at my eyes,
I just live in now.
And trust my vision
And love you anyways,
And I saw sand again, like the first time.

Courage to me
Is the fire in the belly of the beast.
It's the heat, of the centuries, the fire
I cannot tame.
Each breath
Encourages the flame.
Scatters bits of me
Sailing on the wind.
Little bits.

The bits of all You
I breath in.
I take them, embrace them slowly.
Slower now, settling in I may
Not understand these pieces of You.
I may never hear all of You,
So I submit, you're what you give,
I tilt my head back
And allow the nourishment.
Your bits excited me
And confirm WE are ONE.

union, finalized expansion.
Only ONE.
I taste thee
And your courage
Demands me to try again.

As WE do time and time...
The waters move through the times.
I feel the embrace,
I see the face of my mother
Of another time,
I imagine her tears
Her fears and how each one
Was settled in time
And she gives me courage too...

Breath
Believe
Trust ME
trust You,
See WE,
LOVE unconditionally,
Kiss cheeks
Be free, tethered only to my soul.
Knowing time is defined by I

And I, WE allow courage
To push tears through,
The water breaks the gate,
Expansion necessary.

And it must be free.
They trace courses along my cheeks
And then I release
Those bits of me, into our sea
And I nourish You.

And I allow for the definition to be
Courageously capturing these bits...
Giving thanks just to witness.

our world goes on

in each battle, fought and won
or loss,
in each birth or death of one loved
there rests a moment to grieve.
to feel sadness for that which
was lost.

though the world always goes on.

living in awareness
sitting in gratitude for
each action upon us.
each opportunity to create
a better world, for us.
the real change is in
being accountable.

hate is hate. whether its for your self
or another.
whether it is for a team or a lover,
it does not matter. the energy is tuned
alike.
this energy is stored for some source to
light,
and light it they do.
right back in front of you to keep
the cycles strong.

for how long will we be left sitting in the dark...?
lights are sparking.
beacons are being turned on.
you must rise within your self
to see any change happen.
we must learn to live
righteously.

and Im not talking religiously
I AM righteously covering
our responsibility.
the action is due to you.
YOU need your own energy
to create what your heart is here to see,
what the voice within calls you to be.
that person will start the waves meant to surf.

as those waves just maintain
and instances of pain are given attention
and the light is ignored,
and the light is diminished,
and the light is covered with full body cloaks.
the movements do not stop
and many get sick.

wellness must have its opposite.
so it is not 100 percent...

though You, You can do it.
you can release the tense fists
and submit to what is.
WE got this... let's influence the world
with righteousness,
and unconditional love.
its the other side of the coin.

mining my jewels
tapping into a new field
one undisturbed
one layered for this time.

tunneling through each.
permeation of the rocks and such.
traveling deeper into my core.
burning my oil.
releasing its essence to be free.

being my own resource.
charging my self.
internal viewpoint is path
of least resistance.
trusted, tested, outlasted.
looking within, depending on she.
trusted, tested, outlasted.
confidence in my stance, here.

planting seeds, watching others grow.
sprouting using stored energy,
moments waiting to be.
infinity and, still too...
moments of me... as I search for you.

that grace of the waves
that smell, of energy being made.
charged, welcome, at last
home is recognized.
the resource.

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.

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.