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i.

at the edge of a dark sky,
where the framed door
lies closed and the
rain’s smooth octaves
gather the last lonesome
heart-beat of the summer in
its mists that tap the door,

ii.

the grey air,
cloud-drawn, straps
its satchel to its back
its stones the silvers
of a silent moon,

iii.

its stones sombre and smoky,
the dead of night,
a crimson king
a blossoming flower,

iv.

where the night’s slated
roof listens to the rains
urgent rushings, silver
and shaded like a storm,

words of the air
sinking back like the
desolate waves that hush
the sands as they drown
their sorrows in baskets
conjured out of the breath
of the grey-eyed night.

v.

you kiss me and i start to
swoon, i swoon like a garden
rose that climbed once to
the sky, a garden overgrown  
with the quiet of apple-coloured
leaves, the summer with its vines,
its leaves the bright rain drops,
its leaves the visions of the air.
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
g
wild youth
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
g
we are the wild youth.

with lungs full of ocean water and ribs stained red with sunsets and roses

we have lilacs and honey dripping from our frozen fingertips

with watermelon smiles and candle wax eyes, we pull at our star dusted skin

and howl to the moon.

and with heads full of midnight and our veins swimming in twilight,

we dream our big dreams and pull down the stars, begging for our wishes to

come true
thank you for the daily! im so thankful and in awe of all the lovely feedback, i cant thank you all enough
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
Lyn-Purcell
Sorrows and joy all
come to an end.
Life is up and down like that....
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
Barker
My gender
My ****** orientation
My disability
My problems
My colour of skin
My size
My voice
My place of origin
My clothes
My religion
My past
My mistakes
My label
Shouldn't be the determination of how you treat me
(c)Ibarker
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
wordvango
being older just
I know more dead people
now
 Sep 2017 Gidgette
Sam Hawkins
i am a walking tree on the path of the sun
In my shamanic experiences, as a healer, this aboriginal 12 beat form and its message of our primary cosmic relationship to SUN helps with activation/remembrance, drawing forward, little by little, our awareness of our heart's desire, our service mindedness, our loving nature. Opens the question: How May I Serve?

Do you wish to change?
Bring awareness to the natural power
you already have through your
bodymind & SUN relationship?
Uncover your soul's unique purpose?

Think this magical sentence while walking at slow tempo, medium and uptempo or while shuffling.

Experiment with how you shape it, with texture. Make it your own. Speak it, sing it; smile softly. Magnify the positive power of the message through movement. Even when completely still, you are moving. At the physical level, your one hundred trillion cells are highly active! Be still.

We humans are holographic mini-suns, right down to the super super tiny of us, at the quantum level. By this nature we are connected to and fed by SUN, as green plants are. We can choose to activate our awareness of this truth --- thus naturally be called forward to radiate our messages of Unconditional Love for ALL Life. To the benefit of ALL.

We are genius in hiding, with great love to share. Each of us matters and by choosing to change ourselves, we can change the world.

First, we must pause and breathe.
Wake Up to What Is.
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