doors have now opened
with angels as escort.
My etheric wings take flight
drifting in pillow like clouds.
Senses awake as landscape of stars
glisten and breath explodes.

I am in a sweet dream
where angels dance gracefully
and light recalibrate's dark.

I am in a sweet dream,
where time evaporates
and lucid scenes give me peace.

Peace as I fill my heart tank
with fuel of love
before returning  
to the birth of a new day.

WE ARE ALL CARETAKERS OF MOTHER GIA
HER STREAMS SACRED
HER TREES CAPTURE THE BEAUTY
IN EVERY SEASON.

WE ARE CARETAKERS OF MOTHER EARTH.
THE ONES WHO ARE HER CHILDREN.
THE ONES TO BENEFIT FROM THE GIFTS SHE SUPPLIES.

WE ARE CARETAKERS OF THE PRECIOUS EARTH.
HER OCEANS FILLED WITH DIVINE LIFE,
WITH WATERS THAT HEAL.
ANIMALS THAT ARE OUR ALLIES

OUR TERRESTRIAL SPHERE
OF THE GREAT MOTHER IS ALIVE DESERVING RESPECT.
IS A PLATFORM THAT’S HOME FOR MANY
FROM ALL OVER THE GALAXY.
IS A PRESENT FILLED WITH MAGIC.

BE PART OF THE WE AND CELEBRATE
THE LIVING GIFT WE INHABIT.

The lives we lead
intermingle
with our impulses that alter
our destiny.

They turn out of control
as players are
filled with lies and truths
that become indistinguishable.

Hearts resinate with strumming song
in winding dark corridors
where locked doors
hold truths of love infused promises
for just brief moments.

Truths burn hearts
trying to release ties
for closure
as love triangle residuum's
made in candles glow
when liquor and hot temptations
took control continue to surface.

Where lies then become truths
to live by buried in
an empty shell of self
only filled with pain
and distant stares.

Secrets, do not live forever unheard
as lies sink and confessions surface
inside of tears and heartache.

Confessions that sifts reality
and leaves hearts injured for life.
Injured as one hopelessly lost in sadness
stands before a funeral persuasion.

I carry two treasure chests in my being.
They’re engraved in gold
and a gift from soul.

First chest is kept in heart.
It carries love infused diamonds
of happiness and joy,
dreams and song,
peace and harmony,
that when opened dissolves sorrows.

Second chest is kept in mind.
It carries words infused with light.
Verses of rhyme for poetry.
Phases of visions for prose.
Jargon for stories to emerge,
that make pen dance.

How to unlock these strongboxes?
Simple, with the key of breath,
I carry in lungs at all times.

Mother Gia sacred and magnificent
echoes divinely.
Magical rainbow waterfalls drift,
as forest fairies bathe gracefully.
As sun kisses my soul.

Breath rondevu’s with breeze.
Moment expand with purpose.
Cells dance with loves light
traveling to heart.

A meeting place where all dark disintegrates,
and love conquers all.

the swasticka
so associated
with hate and ******
when in truth it’s been used
across the world for centuries
meaning:
Light, love, peace, and joy -  Pleiadians.
Abundance and Eternity - Hindus and Buddhists.
Peace and wisdom - Greece and Druids.
Well being and Luck - Sanskrit language
God and Magic - Hinduism
linking Heaven to earth - Pythogoras and Navajos
Life of Life -  Christian

A sacred symbol of life and eternity for thousands of years
now has blood upon it and is one of hatred,
My heart is saddened
as my jewish heritage is strong
and trying to release it
is almost impossible.

I whispered to sun.
“Won’t you come out and play with me.
as I gracefully dance below your rays of light.”
The sun smiled answering divinely,
as it played peek a boo with clouds.

I whispered to moon.
“Won’t you come and play with me,
as I delicately sing sparking
like another star in your robe of diamonds.”
The moon smiled answering with light,
as it played vibrating strong in night sky.

I whispered to my dreams.
“Won’t you come and play with me,
as I may celebrate life with gratitude.”
The heart answered in rhythmic song,
as I felt a blanket of miracles emerge.