Ode to the forest
its infinate wonders
the womb of the Mother
sanctuary of the Ouroboros
growth and decomposition
life and return
I feel at one with you
free to explore the inner
most reaches of myself
with no one around
*but I am never alone...

He glances over his shoulder, asking if I really wanted to know. With a lift of an eyebrow, and a curl of his lips, I lay there, shocked yet again. So many things do those brown eyes hold.
What do my eyes hold?
He is beauty, in male form,
without any clauses,
Yet so unsure
"Am I really as beautiful as you say?
I don't know, am I?
Yes to both,
and yes again.
So many things await
those who know the balance
of when to wait
and when to *Fly....

I am afraid
that you will want
to leave
not necessarily the act
of leaving
but the desire to
you are so beautiful
and often times I cannot decide
if I am talking to you
or myself
We have lived many lives
danced beneath many moons
and have been
Watch me shine,
my divine

Sorrow
then Panic
shortly after
they were saved
What does it mean to be
saved?
Once you have been thrown
into the fire
the chaos
then for the thrower
to save you?
'I'm sorry'
echoes through the wals
of your self-preservation
then to say a prayer
hoping for you to see
better days
It was just a baby
lying with its grandmother
of a different kind
and all I could say
'I'm sorry'
...
and pray
for *better days

Innocence
beauty
that is what we are
ultimate enlightenment
clarity
beauty, yet again
that is what we are
the figure of a man
so beautiful
and the first thought
is one I felt during
the split
between natural
and should
It was so absolutely
beautiful
I just want to
draw it
examine it
praise it
Not hide from it
feeling ashamed
scared
turned.
I know what I believe
I believe that I love
am tender
forgiving
I wish
*to love

The mirror effect
reflection of what and who
you are
whether it is an
emotion
thought
mind-set
the mirror only knows
how to reflect
to show an image that is
presented
I looked straight into that mirror
the mirror that takes
the rhythms
of the
universe
And she reflected
my denial
of my infatuation
with the man of the
light
comfort
safety
that reflection
made me
angry
furious
disgusted
disappointed
...
I am only
human
this is yet another
process
in my evolution
I am real
He is real
It is real
but none of it it
whole

I see you
when you stare at the roses,
have counsel with the tomatoes
get lost in your thoughts
and fall in love with my words
A small child
unsure of himself
infatuated with the world
searching for
safety
love
appreciation
Then again
I have never had conflict with seeing
others
as beautiful as it is
every time
Now is my time to see myself
to observe
fall in love with
be near
myself
I will see you on the other side
in the time where we will
see
eachother