Heather Moon

Heather Moon Feb 2016

I wish to do Pirouettes
in my bedroom
Listening loudly to Enya

I want to tumble straight forward
To the floor

To release my body to all the empty spaces before me
Just waiting to be filled
With rythmic movement
Tap-tipping motion

To trust the air,
The wisps and whispers
To guide me
To where I need to go.

I want to dance
My heart out,
Alone at midnight,
Just me, the moon,
a whole galaxy of stars
And a distant cities skyline

I want to revel in the gushing awe sensations
Like a child building mud castles
With ***** hands

Faster, foot steps, twirling round and round,
Leaping, tumbling, diving, zig-zagging,
Letting the pulse of the music, the pulse of my lungs take me away,

To dance
And dance,
Until I too,
am a whisper
Until I too,
Am the wind.

I want to breathe
In this cool night air
All that I can
To be completely still,
To be simply mystified
By this beautiful magic
Of life in all its entirety...~~

Heather Moon Nov 2015

God

Ripple me like water
Pinpoint my centre
And
Send sonic pulses
Expanding outwards.

Blooming in an ivory sea.

I'm bound for a train
of absolute
******* glory,
I began packing my suitcases
long ago.

I know I've been stuck
In vortexes of stagnency
But please know
(You know)
I feel your sweet call
And slowly I give in
from resistence.

Like an unfolding flower,
With gentle poetic petals,
I open.

Painful scars reveal nothing
But purity,
If one dares to let them.

I promise to dive deep
To let every inch of you ecstatically bubble
Through my ******
Trinkling veins.

For you,
I promise to go light
to let you
Dance around me Wildly
In a Symphony
of ****** colours
Shape shifting shadows.

I,
a thin mirror,
Reflecting
All your
perfections and imperfections.

I promise to crack
This glass,
To shatter
Into a million formless pieces,
I promise to crack
Over and over,
Revealing yet another
Reflection.

I'll show the world truth
Free of illusion.

Ugly and Beautiful
Are the same.

I promise to not be seperate.
To not let myself
Feel that lonesome road again,
Unless like a wolf,
I'll take it with a good
Humbled stride.

I promise to surrender
To surrender
To the rapid spawns of inkling spores
Growing
From the beating pulse
Of my raging lungs.

..I promise to surrender..

Mother,
of vast roaring seas
And
Great grand forests,
Fertile Canopies
Of Amazing,
I promise.

I promise
I'll let you
Enter me
The moment
I feel your icy hands
Reach their wrath
Around the windowless
Perfect
Imperfection
I am.

The moment
I feel you tap
The very centre
Of my soul
I'll let you in.

Rip me open,
Splay me across your most barren chest,
Roll me in the feircest grit
Of your grain

I will rise like smoke.
I will Arise.

I Have Risen.

And
May you take my words,
Like a silent rainfall,
Kissing Soft Gentle Earth.

~Thank You~

I promise,
I Will
Dive Deep
Into your Darkest Blue.

Mother,

I promise
To surrender.

To fully
Surrender
This time

.

Heather Moon Sep 2015

Dandy Lion

Fear is like a ****... It always finds its way back. However, dandelion is considered a **** although it has many medicinal properties, fear is of the same nature. Im not saying hold onto fear but rather learn from it and what it has come to teach. Reach to the root of it and then pluck it out to prevent it from returning as often. Many blessings to all

Heather Moon Sep 2015

do YOU dare?

When was the last time you let the grass tickle your toes or let the fragrance of a rose twirl softly up your nose?
When was the last time you stopped the "I know's" and truly surrendered to the mystery that grows,
lusciously flows
and goes
trinkling back to home?
Do you dare to release your
hair to the bare
winds that breeze on by?
Do you dare, with quivered lips,
scream out to that aching sky?
Do you dare to fill your heart to the brim with love so good it shakes,
as you unfold your lips
and unfetter to the deepest most secret quips
of being,
left hidden in moments before the
earth quakes?

Do you dare to care
So much
So so so much
That all you can do is surrender?

Do you dare to point
your fingers to that sky
and whisper just
why why why
You do care
As the moon listens and
galaxies watch on
by by by.

In the bluest truest stare
You whisper
I do dare
I do care
I do do Do
Dare
To touch the Sky to the Earth
The Earth to Sky
To rebirth
And shed
To awake the sleeping dead
To be a soul fulfiller
To be a long standing pillar
To be genuine, wise, and humbled in my knowing
To let myself be, breathe, feel, feed
The grass that is growing
To be blossomed like the fig that simply shares
Or the trumpet that expands outwards with its blares~~
I release from affairs of empty cares
I stand before the sky
Naked in my silence
I stand before the wind
And whisper....
Do you hear me mother?
Soft whispers of I do
I do I do I do
Its true...
....I do dare...

Heather Moon Aug 2015

krishnamurti quote!~~

Who is the person that you call an artist? A man who is momentarily creative? To me he is not an artist. The man who merely at rare moments has this creative impulse and expresses that creativeness through perfection of technique, surely you would not call him an artist. To me, the true artist is one who lives completely, harmoniously, who does not divide his art from living, whose very life is that expression, whether it be a picture, music, or his behaviour; who has not divorced his expression on a canvas or in music or in stone from his daily conduct, daily living. That demands the highest intelligence, highest harmony. To me the true artist is the man who has that harmony. He may express it on canvas, or he may talk, or he may paint; or he may not express it at all, he may feel it. But all this demands that exquisite poise, that intensity of awareness, and therefore his expression is not divorced from the daily continuity of living.

Heather Moon May 2015

wizaardd

we are the wizards of this fairytale
contrived of stardust
With lunar pieces
woven into
our anatomical configurations in such a way
that it makes no other sense
than to dance
in the rain
to dance
with love
To Dance
for all its worth
until we feel father sun
kiss rainbows into our souls

Heather Moon May 2015

Loveee

Excuse my ignorance
or pardon me for my damns
for when I wrote that letter
your breath was still in my lungs
your kiss wound into my tongue
etched into my forefingers
your presence twirling around me like smoke
emasculating freedom of thought
taking over like a low swooping cloud
casting shadows upon thy back
And so when I said I love you
I was misguided
I mistook it for infatuation
like chocolate
pure bliss within the moment
love is not the paper
burning fast and bright for but a second
love is the one that lingers
love is like the hot coals
where a fire has burned
love makes people run
it made you run
for some reason it comes as a burden
to the heart
a heavy sinking anchor.
but to me love is not anything of that sort
it is light and free
it is a songbird
in the early hours

what you felt was fear,
that is the anchor,
now...
release...