I stand at the doorway to the heart.
The key my deep breath.
Once inside energies tickle
causing a smile to rise on face.
causing sensations warm to enter bloodstreams.

I stand, ready to take off in dance
with my fellow neighbor.
Ready to reconnect to sister, brothers, and animals.

Mother Natures wind blows caressing me.
Birds tickle ears to align with my own song.

And as I move out, I know I am blessed and a blessing.
I arrived home. I am home.

Star BG © 2017

At start of day
as if key is my thoughts,
I focus with imagination to
rem up my bodies motor.

The power generated is strong,
as I take breath and the
idling of form is ready to move outward.

My vessel gravitates to shower,
as if its a car wash
to release any remnants of sleep away.

Stepping on pedal like feet,
I go on road to closet
where mind is dressed with positive thoughts
to match my colorful choices.

Moving forward, I whisper gratitude
to help put me in gear to
to shift and feel energized with suns rays.

Maneuvering outward fate begins to power
my desires, as dreams anchor with life.

Time to move and grove with the power to
drive my divine vessel into a day.

A day, that brings me on roads for peace
and harmony.

Star BG © 2017

I am a Dreamer Of The Galaxy.
An ancient one, implanting heart roots
wherever I travel.

I’m the dream and the dreamer,
vibrating my essence
upon thresholds of realities.

I’m a sage,
constructing a vast living temple,
spiraling in sea of forgotten dreams.

I’m eternal, expanding
and celebrating here in the now,
as that is all there is.

I am in awe of life’s breath,
grateful for the miles peregrinated
and the sacred beings met.

Its a pleasure to meet you,
pulsating to dance under divine moon,
to croon, yes to croon.

Star BG © 2017

You are the almost-silent
of my coffee-stained summer.
You are the clear and tender
plucking of guitar strings
on a lazy afternoon;

With sunlight streaming through
the painted window,
just bright enough to fill the room
but gentle enough to fall asleep to;

with the smell of everything we love—
caffeine and chocolate and banana muffins—
seemingly coursing through our veins
with every breath we take;

with the daydream of
what-could-be lingering
in the haze, in the silence
it sits,
it waits.

I proceed to the only thing
I know how to do
at this hour of day:
I stare at the cars passing by,
all the while wishing
I was staring at you instead.