I sit under tree divine,
as if a friend waving
with gentle breeze.

Stars glisten while
night clouds surround giving hug
to weave its cape delicately.
Ignition and lift off begins
in meditative pose below stars.

Diamond luminaries are catalyst
to fly me into third eye vision.
A vision of sitting inside stars
peaceful, safe, and alive.
Existing to greet moment
where each celestial body
has its wisdom to share.

Ears open, breath aligns.
I am no longer alone
on my island of self
that ponders life.

of LOVE
present within support
all life
and IS the creative force
that expands so all grow
to heights unimaginable.

Catch the magic and FOCUS to free the self
with breath that acts like a radiating sun.

WATER vine with light to sustain life
inside the evolving soul.

Our birthright is to grow
with seeds of our greatness.

Dreams, gifts, notes of voice, spawn seeds
Love, experiences, compassion are seeds.
Thoughts, focus, joy trigger seeds.
You are walking tree of divinity.
The roots are there just look.

Poetry a navigational tool
to get through ups and downs of life.
The sunset that shine to fire up the sky.
The loss love that stabs the heart
The sounds of a laughing child.
The fear that comes when panic attacks strike.

Poetry a navigational tool-like microphone
to awaken minds who are asleep.
The children who stand in dark abused.
The light-workers who are here to aid.
The hungry, poor and war torn countries
needing exposure.
The love present inside Mother Earths song.

Poetry the gift that sings out
to all who gather.

She walks among the trees
in beauty     with grace.
Moving with voice
to make the wind
and leaves
dance.
She whispers into ears blessed
by her blanket of sound.

She is love inside natures landscape.
Golden yellow shadows in pond.
yellow rays that move from sun.
Golden voice echoing to cause birds to listen.

Se ta nahm Ja Se Tanahm Ja Hanuman
balances on strings that vibrate divinely.

She is a traveling musician
A gift on a day from Mistress Moon.
The moon that always shines
to open hearts.

Release your story... labels of limitations one attaches to life’s experiences to make way for true awareness, harmony, Bliss, freedom, and
love of life to expand into open heart.

marks on paper truth lies.
A breath sometimes un-lodges them.
A glance into void catapults.

In-between shards of white
a crystal waterfall in imagination
tickles senses for possibilities to emerge.

Step one,
recognize gift of moment that opens vault.
Step two,
allow self to surrender to moment without fear.
Step three,
hug self in mind as marks unseen
by naked eye vibrate into visions
of a third eye’s menagerie.

In-between the silence journey
to unwrap truth begins.

Wind that carried happy smiles
shinned not the day I fell.
The day tears hit wall
set up with egos bricks.

Wind pushed me to
open eyes to my own disconnect
as I lied scared and bleeding.

Wind became dormant with stench
of lies that held body frozen in tracks
and weak in mind.

Until I looked to sun for guidance
and wind once again surged
with birds tune that lifted me
to try again.