entries in my diary
ears to receive me
heart aching for its twin
to be reborn, again.
writing to free the spirit
trapped within,
bubbling, overly enthusiastic
overly sensitive, disconnect
from day to day functions.
entries in my diary keep me speaking.

I see them, those young kids
MCin, that distant look in the eye
that drift off, the switch took place.
words of other worlds.
its the space that I feel safe,
where my screams of ecstasy
are embraced, my moans to the moon,

my voodoo prince, is it the life to live…
I'd either stay in til the 2nd premonition,
or become addictive, set in trance
by the intensity of the chant. not
ever ready to come back,
wishing my children lived there too.

I'm down to visit, or create
a village.

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...

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

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.

I awoke one morning
And every morning since
The changes have grown intense, steady, softer.
Ever since those vibrations went coursing
Through my spine,
The neutral path has become enlightened
And my path relaxes in its groove.

Moving confidently towards you.
Trusting each step,
Only asking for what I truly desire.
Accepting nothing less.
Grateful for awareness
And my choice to do my best.

I will only ask for what I truly desire,
I will keep the One in my best interests.
My vision is clearly becoming reality,
Current steps creating it.
Watching my muscles flex as my sole
Touches down.
Getting nearer yet, karma repays debts
In code.
Heart knows it's path,
Riding the waves of my destiny manifest.

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.

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.

Standing in the river today
Bits of me still longed to go.
Float down stream.
Leave.
There was a slight voice, a murmur now,
This feeling that now feels foreign,
Thoughts of disappearing with the currents movement.
Following my natural inclination to
Move.

This voice was once a constant,
My response to the things that got hard.
Move on.
Be contained by the Shores edge and
Flow. Change, allow the wind to push
You along.
Race with the fishes.

My fish friends, never understood why
People eat them.
They are founding members of us.
Hold within them things we've long lost.
They race with me though,
Dipping and diving around the soft rounded river rocks.
I love how they feel along my skin,
My watery core capable of all dimension.
My malleable soul.
No one knows how comfortable it is
With change.
I was broken in,
Made to embrace it.

Though today , I didn't feel so
Impatient.
The longing to reunite with the oceans
Oneness, it's collection of me.

My call is quieting.
Softening, healing is being felt.
Infection is spreading,
Stretched out over Her body.
My feet graze over the Shores pebbles,
Feeling lazy.
Swimming isn't necessary.
Today we must stay standing,
At the edge of the river.
Holding each other up.
Coaxing a belief we can make something
We all can trust...

This faith in me is what I really have to offer to us, to our collective rising...
I believe in humanity.
I believe in me. And you, that WE
Have the ability to create anew.
That our hearts, together, see the steps
Begin within.

And as friends on this
Journey of US,
We meld hands, fingers wrapping
Around knuckles and rings.
Hold tight darling,
This river can be strong.
Your hand slides on my softened skin,
I hear the connection, I breath.
Thank God you're home.

electromagnetically
feelings occur,
responsive to going ons,
pineal gland awakens the senses.

and almost every woman has heard it
"you're so emotional."
so electromagnetically aware
and we don't remember this,
now,

the womb,
the beat maker,
she tunes the
energy of the babe.
mothers wave of
waves fractionally
lay a deep foundation
of the babes waves.
I tell my children
if they can't find me
to look in their hearts
I reside there…
my rhythm, my beat, my heat
lives on.

my womb
charged that spark
that started the parting
of molecules
fractionally
creating its imagine
time and time again, (as we do)
until, begin again,
a new life.
rest your head upon my chest
child
for a recharge.

in our civilized world
we send mothers to work
in a make believe cycle of need.
babes heart searches
for mamas tone
she only cries short
cautious of overspent energy
first dose of sickness.

and EVERY woman has heard it…
"you're so emotional"
notably more so
during some part of her
moon cycle.
so obviously the moon
is more electromagnetic
than we guess.

and women are more emotional
because we are the heart
of the species.
we co-create the heart
of the species.
we require the emotional
antenna
to summon the essence of the heart.

we didn't come from a rib…
our ribs vibrate the
harmony of life through our time!
our hearts beat
the pulse of the
sun
and the dark side of the moon
and infinity.
we are electromagnetically
inclined to emotions.
systematically processing
the energy of existence.

perhaps the first title I will accept
a claim upon my being,
the feminine sensitive.

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

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

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

Instant relief.
The release...

New belief in expansion.

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

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

The future looks light

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.

because when she loves
she does it with her heart
she leads with her soul

because when she speaks
listening seems wise
her tone keeps your attention

because she creates
her spirit sings brightly
she sees the undertones

to be a piece of the sea
you must
flow freely

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

powerful thighs quiver
as new life ruptures
from the core of her.
body goes limp once
life arrives.
temperatures settle and
she stands.
then things get back to normal.

the birthing goddess
her body preparing for insemination
the richness pooled among her trenches.
bright red and hot. when she can no longer
contain
it explodes out
with a force we are always unprepared for.

She, our mother.
our creator. we molded in the fire of her womb.
She, our mother, fractionally recreates.
She, knows her purpose.
the crimson show is for no weak man,
men struggle to understand the power
in that core. they, too far removed from
their mothers hands. mother's lands remind us,
but we wear shoes for that.

today, I read that we all began as woman.
my body is the predecessor of my sons.
so invested in LOVE and creation,
she
gives up her organs for the balance of our time.
sacrifices the creative womb
to bring forth the solution. the balance.
she knows instinctively that
her womb
is the power of the center of our Earth.
is the power of the rapture of destruction
the force of the creation of LOVE.
she, our Mother.
like with all children, the farther you are from mom,
the less you remember her lessons.

she calls me to her bedside.
I enter the room, confidence birthing
as I near my Mother's side.
she embraces me, touches my soul
through other family members
and through LOVE.
she sacrifices her easy rotation,
her youthful spin, I feel the dizziness too now.
slowing down with conscious effort within
at my Mother's bedside, I shower her with LOVE,
compassion, tears, nutrition, beautiful flowers to smell,
all the things she taught me.
all the things she gives me.

our Mother Earth who LOVES
our fertile Father
our genetics, the subtleties.

the street lights are on…

do you here your Mother's call?

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.

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

I write my story for 7 cycles out,
the children of my children's bodies.
their children's children, this is for you.
my ancestors rebirthed.

I share my path of victory
over my internal doubts, fears, resistance,
lower awareness, to confess,
we can do anything.
we can become the controller of our beast.
there is no need for schooling
outside of oneself.

so I push my quest out on the wind.
provide a memory of success based
on embracing the dark as best,
as it births the new. flowing through,
moving with an empresses poise.

paths to follow, knowingness of power.
working for the One.
fulfilling our greatness, walking tall and proud.

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.

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.

Changing my mind is
Limitless exposing truth
Possible is you

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

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.

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.

I have sons spread around the world
birthed by different girls
foundation built in my arms.
recognition of the need of men
of the Love of a woman,
for a woman to guide his heart,
to open his eyes to his start.

she whispered,

the power of the son.
he is of she, penetrates the sea
and births anew.
she the prototype, the official
original, the womb.

woman, her scent alarms the masses.
and we scream now.
we scream and we cry
we live in angst in our homes,
our men are concerned.
yet our pheromones sense things,
weather and other perturbations.

mothers voice in the heart of her children,
daughters tend to stay closer to home.
women, we hear the call!
as we quiet our longing drawl,
the pull we feel to somewhere, we know not of
a place beyond the beauty of our eyes,
we know,
we remember,
our requirements as a creator.

ours, the power of the reflection
of the full moon,
the trees dance in the monthly celebration,
though in the desert, I've seen a few
who,
when the moon is too full,
too reflective of its presence,
they fold to hide from the light.
knowing whats best for themselves, I trust.

I just can't help but to choose to stand
with Her.
stand in Her light, my mouth
opens for the gift.
the thirst quenched.
head tilted back, think of
the men of the world.
if I could just hug them.

as Ms Badu claims
I bet you LOVE can make it better …
I bet too.
I bet I can heal you.
open your heart, peal the bitter,
drain the water, raise the alter.
praise the lover, embrace as a Mother.
pour into the builder, the sender.
release his true endeavors.
release the tension in his body,
helping him to know
mind over matter.
plugging him into the true
creative power
of his ***, his gift of Love,
of his body penetrating another.
what his self is communicating,
what his seed is sprouting.

he needs our healing.
his heart is calling, and he's stomping around
like a little boy! I have sons, they stomp around…
they need mommys love,
mommys extra love.
she, calls us to her sons.
new normals, open our hearts
health always to follow.

you, me and we.
simply, this is the source.
no visions needed, nor prophesy.
no mystical experience will be more clear
than perspective alone.

she, he and we.
simply. she receives, nurtures, gives.
he watches and guides, lives
to share seed, gives his light.
this is merely from in sight.
perspective, long history.
a single lifetime just too short,

so I repeat until I see, and this time
it is clear. I learn to trust my self.
she is tuned to the vibrational harmony.
she can see.

I have no other words to write,
I know my truth, the world loses interest.
the illusions wane in attraction,
heard mentality weakening, the attempts fleeting.
and I can just thank God.
the source of the trinity, the power of the flame.
the truth all really will claim,
the One.

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.

homecoming
time to go home.
the light beacons my way,
calls we to thee…
obstacles to clear,
health to restore
and share. forests to plant.
the path is lit.

home coming time,
explore and expand.
home sent me out,
absorb and extend.
question and learn,
open the heart.
align with the stars,
then come see us again.

Sankofa, indeed…
no where but home. she knows me.
when I laugh with her vibes,
she gets me. she loves me
I am of her.
beauty, so lucky to know her, my mother.
the lights are on, its getting dark,
time to return.

to my birthplace, my personal space
of the Earth. the home that
knows me.
my family is calling me.
calling me home…

this time I will see what I see,
I will spend the days with my feet
on the streets, searching for the hugs
that await me. LOVE the
vibe that birthed me… the relaxed
confident Californian … ME

This dance gets me wet,
Gets me ready to drip deliciousness,
The core movements creep out.
The roll, moving through,
Pushing, shaping, manipulating for
Desired outcomes.
How moments will look.
The steps move quick, shifting
On beat, tip tapping, dancing, perfectly on. Beat.

These explosions of me, drown out bleak
Memories of defeat.
Healing, these waters proceed, moving
Down river. Remaining free,
Shifting, shifting ... leaving all begind.
Steady forward, pressure of enforced movement.
There's just no stopping, these waters will flow.

Some gets on your lip,
You taste it with your tongue.
You intake me, allow me to roam.
I love how it feels.

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.

micro span within
macro vision stimulates
maximum time space

I
cry for peace
for the love of God.
tears push through my lashes
I see the truth, clearly now,
the only discovery, myself.

I
smile at the grey sky
laugh with the thunder
of Earth, of our souls.
embracing the clouds that
keep us cool, and with water.
grey clouds used to
bog me down, like a lead foot,
held to the ground.
to have eyes to see through those
clouds,
to see you and me and our Sun.
she greeted me this morning.
I cry.

I cry for every I love you,
every embrace,
each new bond created,
all weaknesses overcome.
I cry for God, the tears of love.
the tears of the clouds.
my body combining con del mar
lifted high above, released on skin.
lighten the load, cleanse the core.

I cry, I release my God essence
back
to the whole, never disconnected,
loaner tears.
never mine to share
nor mine to keep in,

I've come out, deliverance desired.
my tears rush out, overwhelmed
I have nothing to offer, we are one.
all I know, you have. I am you too.
self realized, patterns breaking.
consistency is the key.
I walk and I cry and I smile and I laugh and I love
I love. the specifics of source
only to be understood at
reunification, and so I walk
and I cry, beyond faith,
into the truth of God.

before we met,
the years prior to our lasting bond.
those moments back then.
I lasted in a loneliness that my soul
searched for a release from.

those days, I,
missed you.
I, knew you were near.
I, longed to be aware of your presence.
that essence you emit.
transmit into my mind.

I wandered aimless,
seeking that scent.
prepared to miss it this trip.
realizing the connections were easily
stripped. scorned, disconnected.
those moments were mostly spent within.

then,
I begin to hear your steps.
closer they get. leaving signs of treasure.
tickles of pleasure layers deeper than
previously known.
touching places not yet seen.
not felt. more traction still left,
only lightly trekked by self.

though, those steps,
they picked up in intense.
they hurried up.
I could hear the urgency,
the call was loud.
it called me loudly and I
startled. I anchored down deep,
released new sensory abilities
and heard your sound.
the magic you sing,
in perfect melody with the birds
and the wind gliding through the leaves.

you sing these tales to me,
freedom songs of moments passed.
of past lives that I outstretched.
ones I walked. ones of last time.
reminders of the ways of last time.
or the time before.
combining for this push forward.

the energy has been resting in the sling,
the whipping curl of the string,
as it arches back to push things forward.

it stings a bit, and you make sense.
I hear you.
the love notes are carried through the tree
network, your personal amp.
the ones that chant you true.
they reveal your passion.
your desire for new moments.
as you continue to push through
I submit, I give for contraction to do
what it is intended to do.
I open with each wave,
my legs shake.
you come through.

I at your feet.
preparing to nourish you.
nurture you.
receive the light of life,
I do.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

leaving me,
you trace the chords of life
as you exit my core. More.
leaving me you bring all of us from before,
every bit of me, time spanning the stars.
you leave me an idea and land in my arms
and there we meet, my legacy.

your fragrance so sweet, like new.
first sunlight, the
feelings of warm morning dew.
tropical winds playing tunes of you,
your song is heard, caught soon as I went
in for another whiff of you.
you came from me...
how did I not know I smelled so good.

and now you are here,
this beauteous creation of me.
my tears were not shed in vain.
you are here and the birthing process
brought pain, labor, heartache, restless nights.
you are here and the healing process
takes new ideas and courage to be you.

tru you. the one from all of us.

you, the signal to open up, wider than previously known.
opening.
I saw the pieces of your heart in front of me,
they were captured to be made whole
and now you are here. I missed your frame.
the way you are shaped, and how you
claim the space you are in.
bring in attention,
time to grow and expand and attract
that which we must, for there is
a job to be done.
and it comes from before.
in our blood.
ancestors waiting for this time to explore.
directions written lifetimes and more.
more come forth.
more of us.

more of us that are healing us,
oh we have so much healing to do.
generations of you have grown in distrust
and fear.
we bring you here to help undo some layers
and help our warrior blood come through.
we believe in you. we heard the call on the wind.

legacy is formed.

my legacy, come forth.
our frequency reborn.

it is time. the line that you come from,
now we all surrender our moments.
investment worthy of all of us.
it is now your time to shine.
the stage awaits the performance of you.
just exactly what you were molded to do,
the layers of us that make you up,
now you show up, and we all bow to you.
we make room in our hearts and everywhere
so you can stretch out and know your name.

once again,

we are here once again.
the ancients grin. they approve.
the sun comes on the new day and
now you continue to move.
beyond my grasp, my nose searches for you.
knowing the smell of my insides,
of you. you prepare your ride,
I trail you. I love you. We love you.
we cradle our trust in truth.

in our legacy. child, we now make room
for 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.

This peace that I feel,
These feelings of calm.
This confident knowing all is ok,
Constant movements of up and down.
The minor adjustments made,
These steps of my peace.
I've enjoyed them.

Watching them from within,
Noticing each contraction of the thigh
As the foot maintains its gait.
Pausing only for rest and reunion.
When family is felt, or seen
It is relished in. Time stands still in
Your embrace.

Then on to the next,
And I am taking stronger steps.
Where my arch is strong and set,
Hips centered, squared.
The back relaxes a bit, and I get back into it
I groove to the music,
I feel so good within.
The questions are thinning.
The time is here, my path I respect it.

Creating new energy for you to **** in.
It feels good to release it.
It feels good, as I welcome fresh energy in.
So much to expend,
To lend, please allow me to extend my source.
Tune in, if you feel my draw, tune in.
Allow the healing to begin to tend to your heart,
Allow the mend.
Our cores are speaking. You feel so good.
We exchange again. ****, you feel so good.

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.

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.

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.

I grew up in an atheist home
no prayers at dinner
or biblical references
framed
in the bathroom.
my mother insisted
it was impossible;
there's no "man in the sky".
I was insistent
she wasn't necessarily wrong
but there was something
more
going on.

since then I've
opened
myself to the possibilities.
All of them.
recently
I've caught on to the
fact
I'm making them happen.
All of them.

I have a hypothesis
on the devil's origin;
those dark voices
within.
we just weren't ready
to add in
that these voices are us…
so we created a martyr.

our thoughts,
our concentrated energy
does self realize.
what you need
will
walk right up to your front door!

with this weight loss,
only the next notch on my belt,
I just choose light.
tranquilly moving
forward.

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.

Giving thanks to you all.
The month of April was a ball.
Writing hearts beats just to share.
Thankful for my family
Who are always there.

Here, to allow my self to be shared.
I appreciate you, friends.