And as I stand planting invisible roots
of intention into Mother Gia,
I am rejuvenated.
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to walk my walk, and talk my talk in Earth time.

Life forces carry me deep
into the realm of LOVE
where breath becomes like water
to aid growth and heartbeat sun.

There I bond with my flower
and tree companions.
There I feel peace
being connected,
before becoming
a walking tree for humanity
part of Mother Earths child.

My mothers in a holding pen before she dies.
Walls decorated with fake flowers
and pictures she doesn't see.
People in corridors in wheelchairs
where smells stagnant from old age permeant nostrils.
Where food severed under heading of meals barely healthy
is thrown on plates by aids trying to end their shift.

And me I see her through bars of her own fading mind.

My mother is living in an institution before she passes.
Waiting out the hours where memories are as distant
as a few and far between hug.
A place called a memory ward that fills her with medication
causing a bed time of 6PM.

And me I see her through invisible bars of an empty stare
and mouth that strains for words.

My mothers living in a old age holding pen before she
cashes in her chips and turns up toes.
A place that helps fill her day with old TV shows
watching with an unfocused eye and restless body.
An expensive place thats situated on tree lined street
she goes out not often.

And me I see her through door with bolted lock
that rings out reminding us both she's imprisoned.

My mothers living in a cell for the forgotten,
waiting for her life sentence of journey to end.
Where one can see inside her distant stare, she misses dad and her hearts wishes to be with him.
A place she's waiting for warden-like angels to free her
and guide her to roam in peace and freedom.
The home in stars where she can feel my love
and see her life legacy was well lived.

And me I just smile grateful for time left to say Mom “I love you,” forgetting all difference. Words I never know will be said for the last time to her longing ears.

Dusk centered before me
as I slowly moved through city streets.

Streets that held grand fantasies
sort after in my older days.
I was hoping for a moment
that would awaken senses
on a street covered by fading street lamps
and stale perfume.
I was hoping on the chance of finding something
that was missing in my mundane existence.

Then a SKIRT caught my view
moving in the wind
from passerby.
One that SLINKED across my vision
to upload senses of excitement.

Her smile crossed my eyes
causing heart to raced
as thoughts tried to catch up.

The SEMIOTICS of her body language
spoke to me as I slowly pointed
to an all night cafe nearby.

The sway of her hips told me...
she needed my warm hands to caress them.
The moving of her skirt mixed with smile
encouraged me to take it off and replace it
with some silken sheet covers.
And her pushing back of hair as she licked her lips.
told me it was time to take her hand.
for a special rondevu.

So.... walked off together
letting fate do the rest.

For every problem
there is an opportunity
to align with light,
love, spiritual wisdom.

A chance to open hearts to feel 
light and eyes beauty.
To open mind to expand in freedom,
 and ears to hear songs for dance.

For every problem disintegrates
when tended to with focused
mind inside light,
love, spiritual wisdom.

A chance to open hearts to find
solution as we recall who we are 
and why we came.
To rebuild hearts, minds, and earth
returning ALL to its magnificence.

Though black and white type
colors of words emerge
infused within vivid fields a plenty.
Where eyes can roll around
making face smile and mind wonder.
Where trees blossom even in winter
and verse merges with birds who sing.

Through black and white type
doorways to freedom open
as eyes read as if with dancing feet.
Where time can dissipate
and self can rest.
Where inside ones own home
they can travel
to highways of creative jargon.

Through black and white text
a poem is born.
Crying out to reader who will gather.
Born to lighten eyes and carry heart
to a new prospective inside time.

May the suns rays anchor within
and you find balance
to dance in the wind,
run like the wolf
and sing like bird
in harmony.

Stillness speaks,
as I stand at break of day.
Sun rising in all its beauty.
Birds painting landscape with wings.

Stillness speaks, 
with meditative breath
and alignment to candle
that dances in gently wind.

A new day is here,
to celebrate with sacred heart,
A new day that echoes
as stillness speaks.