what role shall I play
for another being in human form.

SHALL I be warm and loving with hug
making one float in ecstasy.
WILL I be speak strongly
awakening feelings
for one to find their truth.

SHALL I sing rocking them
to experience peacefulness.
WILL I scream and cause tears
so they emotionally heal,
part of the contract of a relationship.

SHALL I take their hand and
guide with wisdom causing one
to understand.
WILL I be controlling to make one
set their own boundaries.

SHALL I speak truth that awakens one
to their own divine purpose.
Or should I get up and leave giving experience  of abandonment so they realize their own divine self.

LET’S SEE...
How do I play my role
perhaps on their subconscious level
to enact the real meaning of compassion.

Time will tell as it will unfold its own way.

Today I shall get high on life.
To feel the energy of wind,
hear birds sweet song,
dance upon sacred Mother Earth.

Today I shall take the drug of life.
To be grateful for all that life brings.
shinning a light upon difficult
situations.

Today I shall move in my power
To feel connected to source energies
and all the invisible allies present
who come to my aid.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life
to align with higher self
moving with the grace of self.

Wake up and touch faith.
Move
with spark of Divine.
to be
creator beings
with love.

My words ferment in mind.
Churning and Expanding.
I pour them out in verse
as bubbles transmute to punctuation,
as I celebrate life.

Wine...bottled poetry
to savor.

Come get drunk on my phases
Afterwards, you can drive all you like.

My poetry bag is full.
Full of great words.
Words and phases.
Verses and lines.

They turn into saga's
into visions grand
Seeds to plant on fields of mind.

My poetry bag is filled.
Overflowing with Comas
Comas and periods.
Exclamation points and caps.

They become music for reader
inside a eyes window.
A window only one can clean
with an intended breath.

in an open field.
One where  pen is my cane
sun heart, and birds its beat.
I nurture seeds of words carefully,
watering them with tears and smiles.

I tend to diligently to sow
with these phases that grow
and my crop becomes a poem.

The light of love surrounds
dancing in waves within without.
They come anchoring in breath.
Sweet the inhale is
as senses catch its rhythm,
Grand the moment is,
as vibrations echo like birds
luxurious song.

Waves of love continue
moving to grace essence
awakening senses.
Sweet the moment is,
as I see with new eyes.
Grand the moment is,
as I sing with new voice.

I now awakened to know
I’m an expression of God.
A container that houses the Divine.
A gift of expanding energies
that stands in power
to take hands with Godhead
to be co-creator I am.

Thusly I am an etching of actions
in the scriptures of humanities history
but for a glimpse
before
going back to a place with no time
Oh how sweet it is
and how grateful I am.