It's that right there
That contact, the time to be there.
The things that must occur.
The faith to learn to just take
The next step. To learn to trust
My heart.
There are many paths in there
Though I follow the one where I move
Easy through.
The ones with less resistance.
They bring me quicker to You.

You are calling me
I hear you.
Each night we spend together
Entangled in a fervor of
Movement and energy.
When you visit in the day
The sun actually shines brighter.
The greens look fluorescent.
Theres a sparkle to the tones.
I love when you come,
How you hold me firm
And can see outside of me.
The higher body.
The power of bodies.
The fractals fractal, expanded
Abound.
The essence I claimed to be.
You hold me there, like no other has.
So gently, when we are there.
The expansion frees my soul.
Releases those bits into the sand
Rebuilding at will.

I'm bored with division
Distraction from One.
Tired of being told
that defining lines matter.
Or that matter is higher
Or lower, or whatever.
I'm worn thin, stretchy at the joints.
Stretched to maximum,
Acceptance of voice,
and each perspective, I see.
I hear your rotations viewpoint.
I respect why you are here,
Yet I am over feeling fear,
Separation ... its been made clear
We are ONE.

So I go on  retreat.
I journey the darkness of me.
The Black Swan pokey, Shiney
Things. The distraction
From the rest. Its a part, and it
Must.
Though my attention here is free.

I call in my personal team.
The ones that see me,
That love me, unconditionally
Whom hear my hearts call.
I am feeling reclusive again,
And yet I know there I end.
Too deep within, and I rejoin.
I know I AM... that which makes IT
Happen.
So I keep balancing, one foot in.
The other trailing behind a cloud
of star dust and dreams.

I'll dream of you, welcome you there
And here.  Embrace your truth
Plenty of room for us all.
I'll send healing, loving energy to your
Wounds, calling them to seal.

My heart has no capacity.
Unconditionally free,
As for ME, I just got bored.
As for you, keep replaying what you need.
Results may vary

Now I know
This will be hard to read...
What if reading were illusionary.

Let's see, I am not this body.
This is know for sure.
The mind is not I.
I watch the two, in an
Interaction I can barely touch,
I can only grace, essence slips
Through the cracks of my palm.

The Me, I AM, she, he, WE,
I can see anything.
I can tune into
Information being thought
Over seas and time.
Inventions of time prove this,
Theory not needed for One.

WE are what knowledge creates,
What we see, breath, be.
Our source is infinitely creating a new.
WE create what we desire.

Information  is obtained from within.
And then, this leaves room
To question the true steam
Behind learning to read.
Since anything written is
Merely
A single portion of creation,
Perspectives glance, a chance
For a new view.
Since this is, reading carries
a particular weight.

My child resist,
Resist until it fits.
Resist, revolution will look like
This.
Illiterate is illusion, and yet
Illumined beings they are.
Ones that go within to learn
The steps of their path.
Child, resist. Hold tight, clench
Your fists to protest with the love
of your SELF.
Who WE is. Resist.
You are here to change things,
Over time, evolve within
the cycle of things.
To witness... resist and hold form.
We are free. Nothing can be taught
That is not for all to see.
We are free, literally. Bits of me
Spread in the wind.

Within there lives a beast
Secretly guiding the feets
Path. Quietly protesting with thunder!
It’s a beastly wonder,
The courage of this thing.
The fire it burns
The passion it intends.
Deep, deep within.

Down in there, deep down in
The beast watches over our soul.
It’s the kind of friend
We all need.
Its lit on both ends.
fueled and on fire,
protesting with disobedience.

The fire, this heat
This beastly One,
it rests alone.
The energy it feeds from is
Of before.
Its our source,
Our home.
The delicately strong
Complex throng of love,
And song, and bodies becoming One.
Lines fading, merging taking place.
Beasts meeting, free.
Passion behind clenched teeth,
Grinding tightly,
Oxygen on the fire.

as the levels extend
I submit to I AM.
the clarity has landed.
what is before WE
I yet comprehend.
universality, though is apparent
and my own eye witnessed it.
confirming sources surround me with
intention, Im calling you all in.

I stand firm in my sand.
my breakdown of past lives.
my opportunity to sink down
into the depths of her womb,
feel the ease of her dance.
birthed from the tender ***** of light
at her breast preparing for the let down.

information is coming down
with a presence, an essence, a truth
of free.
only from the mental captivity
that was cultivated to keep me from
you… only temporarily,
thine energy birthed anew
through my own womb -
so I know the intention is pure.

live(d) turned around is a riddle
for your confusion, reality is
(d)evil is a mere choice, as is to live.
and fear.

it all just IS… and where you put your focus matters.

focusing on aether or on matter will
produce different results.
the creator or the incubated.
both serving purposefully.
be aware of your role.

as I release my song into this breeze
I hear the tune,
the wind of Gods lungs
laying my head on your chest
and watching it heave.

I focus on the beauty
I chose to use me to charge my group
to rise WE
we see clearly,

focus.

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.

The one
Let’s see…

Tall dark and handsome, please…
Brilliant.
Aware of the fraud of success.
Open heartedness.
Honest. Totally honest.
Conscious.
Strong, in arms and chest.
Courageous!
Studious, patient.
Warm and welcoming
In the oddest of
Situations.
Fluid yet stern in stance.
Bold yet quietly impresses.
Lion and Lioness
Capability of holding me
Securely. Tightly, loosely,
Freely.. encouraging free.
Right there beside me.
Right here.

He, I see now the pull.
That tug to He.
Its you.
The divine energy of the
Light of the womb.
Its you, in form.
The magnificent,
Heaven sent adorned with
Structures of Gods.
Its you.

Its your space I await to feel
Pressed against.
The essence you emit.
The presence you elicit.
The delicate tracing of your lips
I will know them as soon as we kiss
And before, I will notice
The form. The shape, the way
Your teeth show through.
It will all come back as soon
As I see you.
You will see me, I promise
That day, you will see me.

What more, she said to get it out…

The one,
Competitive with no one,
Except his self.
Compassionate to healing
Trusting of women.
A tree lover, hugger…..ehhh
… for sure a lover.
And can swing an ax if
Its cold and winter.
Problem solver and
Negotiator.
Maybe an Aquarius…
I want a writer,
A poet, a singer.
I want a hard worker.
I want the one to see
Me.
When he hears me
He knows he’s heard his call.
The voice calls him in
And we swim, diving deep within
Spending hours
Divulging our souls.
Testing for qualms.
Adjusting for changes in the future.

The near future, he will walk right up to me
He will ask me my name
And we will speak as friends.
And we will grow naturally,
As it happens time and time again.
Ours a slow and steady end.

It seems that
Pisces is known to dream.
Most of our other characteristics
Are left alone.
Our true home of comfort
Among you all
Is not known
Outside our tribe.
We truly feel you all.

Though it seems that dreamers
Are how you see us.
How you’ve come to deal with
Our secrets.
The way we transform,
Mold, bend, adapt to each
Stage. We’ve been a round,
I’m sure more.

It amazes me what circles put out.
Round and round, energy gained.
Stored for later use
Yet the pisces goal is attained
Through service.
**** US!
It’s an uphill battle
To get us to rise.
The energy for vertical
We rather spend dreamin.

new body movements
muscles stretching that
were missed.
growing strong yet
barely been kissed.
or held, caressed. barely
felt the grace of presence that
dug in. attached, resisted
the pull apart.

fully aware, now.
this embrace can only come.
if I miss it, it will be, ...
missed.
intended so, though
love has me in her range.

I can feel the arraignment.
the path my feet take
to it.
the pain my heart endures
for it. this love of home.

the feelings, all energy games
and I worry little about them.
aware of the pawns, the pieces,
attention short lived.
just struggle to keep it.
because these feelings change
quick.
instant, on to another moment.
these are the times I focus on.

the moments and the lessons
intended.
the preparation, the refinement.
like wine spent decades
richening, deepening the taste, yet
its still an infant.
baby steps to infinite, full
embrace of this moment.

this moment, I know it.
I remember the taste,
the fragrance. the
the moisture a new day brings,
that moment when light becomes
fully abundant, and we reach for it.
we ***** our SELF into it.
rising and reflecting it.
charging with each
breath.
******* fresh life in,
expelling the used out…

love liberated,
cycled back around.
the down pour begins to
rise around my ankles,
the embrace commences.

my sounds will penetrate your
skin, soak deep within
and begin a tuning.

my sounds will dig and bury
causing an infection
one that needs no healing
the sound of One.

the sound of love, of creation.
the sounds pound along
the waves, gliding along
the stage of life.
this play,
this sound game.
someone's mental ways.

my sound resonates with
you.
you hear me. you know its true.
we are vibrations
pulling together for the You.
for We, just to be anew.
this love game, creating
for beauty.

the sound a bird can make,
like the perfectly tuned
instrument,
the horn that sound makes.
the steps an ant takes, those whisper
steps.
shuffling quickly, walking the Earth.

sounds make everything, your voice,
the creator.
speak what you want and invite it in.
call in the love.
it awaits our reunion.

I remember,
younger days, being depressed.
feeling the weight,
pressure
on my chest.
heaving,
breathing slowly, aware of a change.

that pressure, that
melancholic low hum,
just buzzes and hums,
consciously capturing
my mind.my thought.

breaking free takes work.
awareness is first. just
being
aware of your thoughts
and how you react.
it a healing power
we all have. we can heal.
we can…….

tuning in
tuned in, skyward.
One mind, onward.
engulfed in now.
knees raw.

One mind, keep in mind,
you tune in.
we are tuned in,
the reception clear.
what do you hear?
what does your heart hear?
it tunes the waves
sends them for sensing
and decisions made.

what do you hear.
I hear the waves.
the cosign's stage.
the actual day. it is
filled with answers.
waves of intelligence,
magnetized for reception.
heart communication.

all the answers are there,
every discovery.
we merely tune,
channel another piece of
WE.

to see, to be free,
turns me on. touches me
deeply.
inspires my song,
my wind song, floating on the breeze,
strangling defeat,
doubt, release, be free.
WE create what we see.
see free, be free.
meet me in the trees.

as a Pisces, I am swimming upstream,
the salmons last run.
fighting, pulling to grip those soft
rocks beneath.
those beasts that keep some stuck.

salmon are based in diversity
needing to have a wide gene
pool, as their kin die quickly
from those rocks.
getting stuck, swimming around and around…

insanity defined,
and time doesn't stop.
so, to the work.

swimming up stream,
dedicated to being a mother.
creator, incubator.
children
stored in the belly of the beast.
preparing to break free,
be set alive, to roam free.
the wombs embrace,
the face of LOVE.

currents of the calls
are so loud, rushing past my gills.
I feel the whooshing sound,
the pressure bearing down, taunting
me out.
calling me out… are you sure,
are you confident?
constant tests to check
and check and check for missteps.
ones that feel out of step.
no more time for those.

the path is clear,
yet
the water is cold,
bearing down on my scales built,
molded for this.
built in this system of birth and death.
choosing each step from above.

below, here I feel at home and
I feel ME breaking out.
she's broken out, there will be clouds,
rain, thunder all the things.
let
it  be.
and the beast is free, she
has descended, dug down deep,
anchored, prepared for reception.
just like the trees, they grow so well
with others.
interdependently nourishing the diversity.

Heart broken open
Time warpping,
Quickenings of the beat.
What is needed
Comes
And heals the wear,
Mends the tear of selves
And creates new tissue,
Then is released.

Soaring on the wind,
Or the waves, its been
Days, my heart maintains its mend.
Its been strengthened
And its reflecting its voice.
Recklessly disciplined,
Closely monitoring choice,
Aligning each step with my beat.
I know the tune, now.
I hum the songs of my heart.
Im just getting them out.
They've been buried
Under mounds and mounds.
Pounds of self doubt.
Concerned if you'd like my song.
I had it all wrong.
That love, that pair,
Is already in here.
Balance is me here, now.
Teetering in and out,
Still fighting
To share my heart out loud!!!

Things keep changing
My desire waning,
Seems like the work is
Better done alone.

Free of those attachments
Free from the madness,
The fog that sits,
The love explodes!

The abode of my heart
Grows, stronger, with each step
Towards independence-
To be prepared to advance to
The next step.

The steps home..

The warrior blood
Runs thick
It shifts heavy feet,

Ones that drag, scrape,
Slowly. Moving with steady
Force.

Ones that are grounded
Rooted, fed from systems below.
Sprawl overhead, capture
The light from above.
Equality undetstood.

Ones that reach through time
Bringing souls back,
Resurrecting mind lost,
Or mistrekked.
Usually there are many there to grip,
Begging for another chance.
Slipping through strong hands,
Paitiently awaiting return.
Creating again.

Warriors dont miss home.
Theirs a path of freedom,
Birth is just a part of the dance.
Home, branching far from
The start, desire to roam,
And be healed.
Paths chosen before.
Relation written in stone,
Instant awareness when
Home is felt, whether there
Or somewhere else, in the
Eyes of the tribe of warriors.

Standing strong, side by side.
Recognition of pride
In my warrior ways.
My battle days, my

White flag moment.

A warriors surrender to fate.
Submittal to the date,
The times current.
The tick of time,
The pause of seconds,
Where time dissolves.
That pause, time stalls
It rests, in the dark
To prepare for the tock.

Tick... tock...

Warriors know how to bow.

Gracefully head down,
Arms stretched out
Prepared to receive the
Pour down.
The love abound, the
Embrace of rebirth.
Of the ticks
Forcefully leading, pushing
Expanding towards  the tocks.

Tick ... tock ...

It wont stop,
Now is the time, warriors,
Stand up!
Arms up!
Receive the down pour of
Love.
Open your heart, feed
The systems below
So new life continues to grow and
Thrive.
Bear down, it can be found. Its
You, warrior.
You are the love.

if I could tell you
that I miss you,
I would. if the words could come out.
if I knew how.
or why, is it your smell,
its like mine. I just know it well.
and I miss you.

thoughts of you, thoughts
is what I miss. the kisses of
my thoughts of you.
the tenderness.
I layed caressed by your essence
for hours, I just miss it.

the way we collapse
and mend, then again
its the thoughts I miss,
and the walk. the bounce in your step.
like we walked those steps,
together and alone.
we seem used to all this,
what is this unions depth?
I know if I ask I will see it,
always on time.

I miss you, your smile,
my memories of it.
of the way your lips twist.
to hear them say my name
to call me, I almost cant take it.
imagination running free.
visualizing free, I will arrive.
youll be by my side, like all these times.
if our hips miss this trip around, I imagine
in the forest we'll be found,
bound, floating over a covered ground
shifting with the current, the waves
of us.
at home, walking each other home.

though I cant help but wonder
what would be found if we buried
down, deep into the core,
I'd want more, and more. I need years
to unload. hours upon hours of me.

we miss this, this trip.
Im sure its just memories, thoughts
of the past.
I just miss you.

the commercialization of yoga
is unfortunate, it will keep
many of its participants
truly from experiencing what
the practice can reveal.

like how to balance.

the steps before balance is sought after,
the ones that prepare for the posture,
those steps matter.
each one drawing nearer,
providing clearer paths.
each one climbing higher,
marking the journey to Self.

once balance has been decided upon,
the sounds of bare feet
meet the glance, awareness of stance.
foot planted firmly, toes spread out.
really feeling, holding, curling into ground.
grounding, roots searching for the water
they were promised.

the flow balance offers, it must be fought for.
when alone, on one foot, toe, on the palms of hands,
balance takes constant,
minor
adjustments.
over and over again.
eyes focused only on a single point,
constantly adjusting the foot,
working the muscles of the journey to
balance. the fight of the sages.

constant minor adjustments
achieve balance.
adding just a little bit, here or there.
right at the point of breaking down.
right then, make another minor
change, shift the weight yet again
and create more balance.

thats all it is, just minor adjustments
until the pose is achieved,
then the mind sees it controls matter
and the mat feels like home.

circumstances, misunderstandings
its these delicacies I mishandle.
not much space to be my self.
the water rushes in, my lungs fill.
these pesky circumstances,
wishing telepathics was our shared interest
knowing the path of least reistance.
it is clear and known.
the ram within,
her courage pulls to charge,
born again, shifting of the stars.
where these **** circumstances start.
cause I know what they are,
the objective sensed. senses need fine tunning.
nervous system, tunning. feeling tuned in.
the wind brings the faintest of messages,
listening closely.
zipping out Zs and As, connecting strings
centuries in length.
worlds deep, together receiving the sweetest melody.
in that breeze, where the circumstances pause, briefly, as they sometimes do.
sometimes you just misunderstand me.
a lot of people do.
and I know I just dont get you, either.
circumstamces of the stars, the dance
of the ages. minds infinite expansion.
I just want to span it, crack my set of code.
pay forward, encourage growth.

so much to know, well for the moment you know it.
after that its history, past, authenticated through
your mind, your slice.
oh what it is to be alive! to survive these
circumstances

and so
the major circle
notches a few degrees
or so more,
and the awareness of new
beginnings implant our hearts.

We awaken with the fears of last night,
the darkest we've felt,
resolved and rested in their beds.
allowed to flow freely with
all that yesterday did.
We embracing the coming days.

the freeze travels on the wind
in some places,
in others the sun shines bright.
these traditions, mostly
focused by sight.

though rebirth is the message of now,
here,
and I hear her stroke through the heavens,
I feel her feet lightly grace
the sky
skipping along her dark path,
always drawn back to the light.
the chance for life,
to expand.

these ways, these days,
it's clear now.
the simplest dance, rebirth and
death.
I, always prepared for the next step.
heart energy charged with the breath, ******* in each particle of air, my lungs,
Fulfilling their breadth,
the capacity for life inside.
exhaling out each dying thing
inside, force out my death.
with the reverse, once again,
embracing my rebirth.

always preparing for the next step,
as the moon prepares to crest.
I stand underneath, exposed.
illumined in it's reflection of self.
prepared in the face of love.

some topics are taboo.
it seems this is so,
at the root, these lies,
discover you and me.
our natural true beings.
so there they stay
cloaked in a definition of taboo,
almost respectfully,
sitting for centuries,
gaining energy, changing mind.

I say let's dig out these, too.
re-defining will take time,
though today a word,
a thought, a stream of us
came through,
can I hash this out with you?

victimization - it's synonyms are
deception, fake, con, fraud,
deceit, dodge.
dodge...
the antonyms, truth, reality, honesty,
peace...
dodge peace,
sure this is only a piece,
it's these things I need to talk through,
is this revolutionary for you, too?

****, victimization is a hoax,
well, of course, suffering is choice,
we are the power of the stars,
ok, let's see...
it seems, WE,
collectively
needed a break from the murky
waters of Pisces, like WE
need expansion in all forms of
technology.
it doesn't free though because we
think we can be victimized, governed.

now, hold on,
we create what we see,
so we victimize ourselves? (I choose to govern me)
instead of choosing to suffer
we can choose to create a new reality.
the subtleties are deafening now!
groping at my sleeves
begging to get out,
to be launched down
inject the network with our worth.
birth to death to birth,
we are God, source,

new definitions must be formed,
new books written,
new paradigms were living,
be free or not,
it's your choice.

As the sensations deepen
Within, each passing moment arrives another brush
Against your skin.
The softness gliding below my senses
Acutely confirming we are One.

Each passing moment arrives more familiarity,
Recognition of a larger family.
One, actually.
I smell your particular blend,
Can imagine where you lay at night.
Your body pressed upon mine.
The feel of the point of inner action.
That singular point, where I recognize you.
Your eye shine synched with mine.
Everything is alright.

I've known you, all my lives.
We've risen with the sun many Times,
Slept under the moons hold.
I've held you for centuries.
Wrapped amongst your cocoon.
Your embrace is my senses,
I feel you now.
I allow the grade to be seen.
The beauty, weeping, screaming,
Pleading for recognition.
I see.

You, standing shadowed curled towards below, I see you, captured,
Crippled, contained within.
You wait to break free, shred, buried so deep,
Peel into surface layers, coax down the barriers,
Enforce, insist One.
I feel you near my skin,
Your breath rides my neck,
I know you,
You speak only in my memories

The vibrations being sensed, the message understood.
Release pressure, help some laugh
Cocreator of passionate screams.
Relax bodies, say I Love You, healing.
Just be me.

dedication to the lives that surround me
I see you all, sure its still murky.
the lights are obvious
beaming forward, motion - clearly.
the hearts beat rhythmically to the breath.

I step into the relating whole heartedly.
it is a weakness, settling into trust.
so I do it timidly and consciously.
I chose to open my heart, repeatedly.
my hinges are made of gold!
so I can give me without fear of
breaking.

to those in my vibratory reflection,
I dedicate this to you!
I give thanks that you commune with me.
you all shine exquisitely, so bright
your light actually touches me.
warms me from beneath.

ignite new fires, every moment
we interact, whether I know you now
or in the next act,
our union exists in the waves,
gently riding side by side,
sometimes reluctantly,
side by side regardless.
this whole thing is about US!
reflections only to be seen by another.

these vibrations are our relating,
our interactions, here.
warped by differing expressions,
all leading back to you.
never a moment to lose
in this perfection of creation.

soul communication
my dedication to you,
eyes that arrive at my vibes,
my words, I Love You.
Because I know to.

with the release
my fingers relax
my back stays straight
my mind rests
energy increase.

with the release
the heart can see clear
practicing things to prepare
for the days to come.
when I release with my heart
open, prepared for the days to come.

these days skim the crest
of my creations. my high mind
decisions of my details.
how I see what is required, to release.
to be free, ultimately.

my girl told me…
be secure in your safety.
you can do no harm.
trimming the fat, toning the arms,
the core, the heart.
its a cold world,
love alone warms.

exposed to receive
and instantly, gracefully, creation
just keeps on…….moving forward
creating again and again.
the beauty is not to be missed
it is to be seen, and released
and seen...

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.

babies are birthed from the darkest.
the LOVE of creation, from the darkest.
the light of life from the dark.
without the current in the fluid
the brain would not spark.
in order to stop you
had to start
and so I propose being
neutral.

these days we could use some
neutrality. some of that prior unity
recognition. the initial condition.
the balanced act.
the grey only looks that way
with the blue sky shining
when the sun comes around.
contrast creates definitions.
provides a canvas for the reflection...

communal disconnections,
normalcy in alone. here,
we are meant to moan and groan
and throughly love the lust,
the bones of this life.
with the I sight the commune
becomes hindsight, the WE
shrinks down to one, alone,
wondering,

competition to get to a conclusion
just an end of some
pass-time action. choose one or
the other.
each holding its truths,
the necessary rules.

so I try to be a neutral being
standing right on the middle of
both.
I was raised on the coast,
the waves only rising and falling,
crashing, laughing
at the nights fate. each rise
rolling down into the valley, the pit.
giving time its due. then,
surface to the moon and prepare the ride
again.

the neutral being, press upon
the sides
there is only One.
allow the insight to ignite from within,
embrace the ease of reality,
regardless of perception.
be quenched, release.
ALL is One.

an ode to my stars,
I am One, learning to balance.
I thank God I witness.

I know I create what I see.
It's why I see the beauty in you.
Your shine reflects the glow.
Your grace encourages the flow.
I, bow in your honor.
Knees secure in the grit.

The eternal replenish,
The consistent persistence.
My heart beats, regularly
Checking for energy tweaks, alerts.
New moments of now.

Now I know
Each person I see, I see
Vibrationally, scattered about
Until erratically we meet.
Once eyes link,
That instant relief, the unwavering belief,
To see, everything is ok!

Stumbling, tripping, running,
Pacing home.
Structurally prepared to carry the load...
Alone or aligned with the unity previously established within.
As She prepares the family bed
United at the head,
The heart, the hands.
Take my hand, lead me,
Don't stand still,
Walk with me, get lost in
The divinity of perfect.
Of just is.
Of what is.

Emblazoned, enlightened
Our cells call out,
"Stretch far out! Spread your self thin,
A layer of embrace,
Press upon those in reach,
Force the message of unity!"

Spread out thin,
Hold close my kin,
Join again,
Force the message of
One.

Ive never been in to selecting pain.
naturally not
a woman that chooses to suffer.
three times birthing another,
the transition so temporary,
this pain I sit in.

the tension in relations
though
have always been my escape.
from here, your mind seems so far.
confuses me naturally
as I want to just understand who you are.
why… the attraction, the singular pull
to you.

you hold back, intentionally
because you choose too.
and I see, I see….
I just cannot reciprocate.
nor relate. my heart grows in your absence.

I may know its just practice,
my heart whispering, just practice
the dance of give and take, of
patience.
just allow what is, in this very moment.

so in this moment, an apple tree winks at me
the crimson art show reminds me
my garden grows slow as fall peaks
the ground still alive.
in this moment the air breathes
she embraces me, tells me she loves me
for you.
she knows its what I need.
to hear I Love You keeps me here,
free to keep doing my work,
the LOVE calling me home…
I longing to answer.

my suffering always related to love.
its where I choose, repeatedly,
to embrace pain for the heart.
I can stand in the rain and
receive the downpour of You.
at night, when it dries
I sit in deep thought...

my virgo is rising
the star self conflicted
by water and earth.
knowing what it is to flow
and to stand ones ground,
open to change over time
as the river beats the rough edges down
to dust…
molding the strict rules of dirt.

ultimately
things will be.
I will finally see, the questions settled.
you will still be there,
either consciously next to me
or off on your journey.
ultimately, I will be free
of the need to have anything that keeps me
here, interested and invested in now.
you keep my mouth, my heart, my mind
here,

now I will move to the next moment.
holding thought of you close.
wishing you were right here
so I can read this to you.
so I can press my lips upon you,
and whisper my whole self to you,
and you, the first…

the chance to not be misunderstood.

Since the moment
Your presence was known
The shift got intense.
Child's play is of
Yester days. The experience cleared,
Followed by turbulence
By the deep seeded desire
The longing
To end my loneliness.

And yes, I've dealt with this,
Too.
It's not my lonely ending with
You,
It's the reflection you prove,
The proof... I don't know
How I knew,
Your smile perhaps was a clue.

The proof, the puzzle being recognized
So clearly at my eyes
And then the reality,
You, blind me. Your energy absorbs
Me.
How is this possible...
I feel my feet planted firmly
My head tilted to it's star,
Back straight, fluid prepared -
Then you're there
And surges flare.
I only want to hold you close.

I need some air
Meet me in the trees.

it moves rapidly
each world is contained within
gliding through times stance
preparing to birth, yes, yet again…

yet if you die
with your visions in your head
you commit to death your world.
your last breath, your last chance
to expel your perspective.


poets do it best, maybe.

bodies and planets do the dance,
they interlock at the birth, and express
the signs of things,
holding hands, until the death.
the vessel destined for the dirt.
the soul joins the rest.

those flashes, those deep seeded facts,
the ones you know without knowing,
in fact, those are your truth.
the ones needed to be spoke,
sung or sculpted. however you feel good.

fears keep us from doing this,
plus we forget who WE really is,
the connecting fabric of the witness,
WE. the basis for creation,
each perspectives experience
is necessarily different.
time space needs peripheral vision.


to die with your world trapped inside, man...
maybe
if I look close enough in your eyes…
I can capture the light.

Nina
sing a song for me.
**** a tune for me. drum bamboom for me.
Nina, sing to me.
reset with me. 432 for me.
I hear you.

Nina I hear you
singing… your words are
quiet plainly the beauty of the cords
strummed for me. or, at least it seems.

Nina, you are singing to me.
I hear you calling, me.
taunting my harmony,
plucking my keys, you and Jean.
Nina, what is it you see?
What is it I am to see?

the music of things,
I can feel the planets moving.
circling, looping. the air whips
the curve of my lips and stuns me.
it arouses me, induces screams of love.

silently, inwardly, slowly releasing into the vine.
stretching my fingers individually,
stroking the strings,
getting good at things,
Nina sings to me,
and I feel good.

my love,
you are the one that I hear
the voice that draws me nearer
to my self.
my love, you are the call.

my heart, you know who you are.
you are always open
and prepared to serve your whole.
always searching for the holes,
they bleed into the system and defining lines fade.

my love, you are my core.
you stimulate my blood,
create a path for it to flow,
warping time with your movement.
my love, you clear my vision
and heal my eye.

my love, for you, I do
everything my heart calls me to.
this love I know.
this love beat in my chest back then,
and she still remembers.

my love, remember.
memories linger of our magnetism,
pulling the magnets together.
my love forces the power of intention
She, fully aware of Now.

infinitely aroused, standing side by side.
preparing for the cycles, embrace the dance.
the music of spheres, tuned perfectly
to the infinite,
until finite,
tuned to sing the song.
of the cycle of things… riding the waves
with you, my love, with you
I am possible.

times are changing
each hand, still a bit confused.
cycles abruptly stopped
always cause ripple effects.
the affects, many of us don't feel it yet,
how time changes our minds.
our time…

times are changing
and I lived in the places
where time fought the change.
where the land stays the same
energy waves maintain the flow of the times.
these places are exactly the same.
people just don't worry as much about
time changing.

time is a constant
combined with the questions of now.
answers ride times constant waves
of change.
riding with the ebb of things
creating structure for creations flow.
ebb and flow
times structure.

times are changing within
I no longer question the little girl
she and me are One again.
I see her presence, the potential they set her in.
those spirits of yester years, they saw Me, more clearly
than I did.
my times were structured to prepare me
for time change, so I depended on
outside vision.

those days are of completion, now
I know Me. clearing my time for self
creating the structure to breath.
freedom, is Me and You.

and I, I am Free.
regardless of the defining lines you see,
I flow free, slipping right past the grip.
the grip of ID's … gracefully allowing for
my body to recognize its natural alignment.

times changing, I wait patiently for the return of Spring.
the burst of color and fertile patterns.
the tree blossom knows what I mean,
the return of Spring! The resurrection
of the change of things, change over time.

the Earth provides the stories we retell
over and over again.
like waiting for time to change, again.
barely awakened to its shift, and yet…
evolution takes place.
the story is the Suns shine on the move
the movement of our Star across the sky.
these stories are retold yearly, cyclically,
culturally,
they describe the scribes sight.
illuminate the shadows of now
and of all objects.

time is the forming subject
for LOVES infinite dance of balance.
ebbing to flow towards You. the only direction for me.

the warrior way is becoming anew
boiling up and down our spines
we all feel the surges
some pretend they don't hear it

the warrior knows the rules of the game
the warrior knows the way
the light always leads home.

the call is growing louder
day after day after
you call it by many names
give it energy that bounds your
warrior ways
the warrior to survive
the pump of your heart.

when we begin, we are focused
many things alter perspective

when we live we are love

the singular subject.
love can only create again
defining lines fading…

erase them, foolish time spent
focused on the diff er ence
we are warriors of a heart beat
energy forced out repeatedly,
constantly, until it stops, suddenly.
love returned above and below
to create again.

the warrior tribe is coming…
they are calling, crawling, gripping, groping,
WE are tipping and tapping
singing and dancing,
walking side by side, a long line
of warriors, walking side by side.
we're coming...

time changes
and I realize the world needs my LOVE.
so I want to write more love poems
and infect heartstreams,
bursting valve seams, repairing flows.
carrying capacities need expanding,
deep breath felt.
simplicities stacking, and all else is.

decension, the reflection of ascension,
is being dug.
the perspective has always been from above.
time to root down, bury down, dig deep
in the ground and bring the LOVE down.
in the darker side, where light struggles sometimes,
here, this minor level, that many feel is
real,
this place needs the panting of love
to be rained down.

souls duped to believe
evil is abound.
cycles are always dark and light
and layers are thin.
pay closer attention to the place
where to the two meet again,
that point, moment, peace.
listen to its speech, the flow of a new
sprout on a tree,
the fungus sprawl through its wood.
stretching its love from underground,
above, to feed and seed and heed
the lessons here.
biodiversity, nourishment, interdependence,
just being loving. nurturing,
to      your     self, the total inclusiveness...

our carry capacity for LOVE is infinity.
eights will flow infinitely, so we just let it be,
walk easily, stop and discover those on our path.
discover the magic of home.

New life begins,
And if left alone, he crawls to his mothers chest.
Inch by inch he crept, towards the smell of Her.
If left alone, he will suckle and be kept
Well. Secretions of liquid gold will
Give this young babe all he needs to grow.
Mothers milk evolving as
His needs change.
More heavy on the immunity
In the beginning.
Protein and fat highly prized too.
His brain will activate on time
As he's held, and he'll be prepared to be a warrior.

His strides will carry him across
Her Mother, the birth space of Her womb.
His own home.
The sounds there are tuned to his heart beat. Time in utero necessary.

His strides tell us there are no internal miseries.
Only choice, blasted epiphanies!
Only choice, it's the truth I see.
Our Mother is choosing her army.
She's aligning great luminaries,
Great bright things,
That clear the fog.

She over grows to nourish the soul,
As she nourishes the ground.
Each level balanced out.
We among the stories.
Creating our story to be expressed in our genetic code. Set in forward mode already, no reverse, forward only.
And the past still does it's thing.

Her milk responds to her babes calls.
Many of us are calling home.
We are asking for God to bring forth the light of the heart.
To expand the height
To retract the dark.
Recognizing Her cycles.
Knowing they are infinite.

All things have cycles.
We choose our steps.
Mamas always got our backs,
Though. And since plants are built like us, they are easy to assimilate,
The bond vast.
Our Mothers milk, adjusting to her
Children's calls. The hormonal shift.
The talk of the hearts.

things are getting interesting.
the sky has elaborate paintings,
I'm back dating
and my smile feels settled.
it no longer teeters, on the fence
to appear... worried to offend
someone. a smile.

its just me.
since I can truly claim it
I can just smile.

Im happy in happenstance,
the shift of the feet, quickly aligning
to please only me.
I can smile because I see,
the beauty of the beast.
the beauty of you.
like I had sat there with you
for centuries.
like your smell was what I
knew it would be.
like hey here's me…     please
try not to categorize me.
I fall through sieves
and flow with the sea,
with the bits of We then permeate
the pools and the aquifers.
no box deep enough for her.
expansion always necessary.

now its just getting interesting.
your smell got me,
yes,
though I could forget it
easily.
not subconsciously,

there we are One.

Earthly,
here I could forget you
easily. and be free to explore
the outside of entrapment,
of attachment. just be me.
and still love you.

expansion. trust what I see.
patience. just be the real me.
less options now.

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.