I opened my mouth.

It reminded me of its integrate patterns
lost to naked eyes.

Flake with its cool delectable treat
melted in mouth, not in hand.

It tickled awakening dreams
as white gift lite up senses,
making       me       dance,
to become
a SNOWFLAKE in mind.

It made me a kid again

The wind tattooed in ears,
a song as sweet as birds.
It spiraled gracefully,
hugging cellular walls,
primed to hear wisdom.

Your imprint pulsated
with shades of reason.
Transformed moment
for expansion.

Wind you give life to breath
circulating in lungs,
bridging passageway to heart,
so spirit could be heard.

You carry mystery
that quenches thirst
for understanding.
And hug in dead of night.

Forthwith my words
were marked with gratitude.
With smile of celebration
as I speak daily in tones clear...

Hear! Hear! To being awake
in a sacred human vessel.
To dance not alone.

When I can’t sleep I play a game of peekaboo
with words.
Poem, I found you.

Into the caverns of my heart I move
with breath and intention.
With musical heartbeats
that echo divinely.
What follows is joy
Is peace inside moment
that reveal highways
of possibilities.

Into caverns of heart I stand
expanding consciousness
into the magic of life
The place where secrets live
and songs flourishes.

There I be dancing in song
in dreams that become my art.

I will Remember,
To dance like a bird in flight free.
Write like grand writer from heart.
Draw with DaVinci as guide.
Laugh everyday.

I will Always,
Cry with feeling in-order to heal.
Dream with the power to create.
Manifest like a great sage.
Recall who I am sacred.

I will
connect with The Divine.
use my gifts to aid humanity.
Live inside my heart.
celebrate my essence, Love

Inside journey of ups and downs I ground,
trying to make sense of it all.
Madness vs sanity.
Reality vs fantasy.
They all play their role.

Inside the magnificent journey of expansion I open heart
trying to understand the whys.
Nature vs big business.
Beauty vs war.
They all play their role.

Until, I surrender to the divine orchestration of life.
Until I go into heart and let it lead.
Till, I realize I am a co-creator with spirit.
The spirit of love within without.

A Winter’s snow
can shift people when they see its BEAUTY.
The way it tickles the mountainside.
How it falls on trees with diamond splendor.

It carries POWER as it presents an opportunity to ski down a ***** or mountain climb to feel exuberant.

A Winter’s snow a WONDERLAND painted by Father Sky
to be admired with camera in hand
and clothing that keeps out the cold.

It is delicious to the tongue when adult connects to inner child
and plays in paradise of white.

A Winter’s snow a time to have a snow ball fight to fill with laughter, and afterwards have some hot chocolate
and warm hugs.

I always believed
little fairies
rode snowflakes white
Galavanting the winter air.

That beyond the stars
were places grand
and beautiful
To take breath away.

I aways believed
the voices heard
from trees were real
as they shared wisdom.

That dreams
were as real
anything inside
earths reality.

I always believed
that I am more than
the human form I inhabit.

Then one day
I woke up and realized,
I am a fairy divine,
here to expand
and
fly with wings inside heart.

Thank you for daring to open your heart
to see with new eyes for peace.
To walk parting the veil,
so others can dance

Thank you for looking at your authentic self
to see the treasure within.
To move as the gift you are,
so others can expand.

Thank you so much
for being in this place
to celebrated this moment.
To look at these words
so  you align
with your soul that is love.

I am a glowworm
inching my way upon page.
Tiny feet become words.
Body the body of phases
My light glimmers
to enhance visions.

I am a glowworm
moving in heart
Higher in moment I drift,
graced by life’s existence.
My form celebrates
as treasure of one of Gia’s children.

Steps in life sometimes
bring one to a mind-field.
Often hitting hard
to disable and crush
with accidents that mane.

Other times it explodes quietly
sneaking up on one
with debris that goes deep into heart.

He cheated on me
with not even a sign.
Shared intimacy with one
way different than me.
And squandered thousands
on trips, wine and roses
never traveled, smelled, or tasted.

Our dance forever was littered with mind fields
set off at a moments notice
until separated was inevitable.

Now I live exchanging mind-fields
for visions of fireworks.
Pyrotechnics of beauty,
that remind me I’m better off.

The peace of the moment calls
annointing my cells to vibrate.
To open and receive light from above.

I swirl in footsteps breathing deep,
to feel the coming sun.
To celebrate love present.

In peace of the moment senses
sing out carrying me to open
mind to align.

Align with who I am
and why I came.
Came to assist earth
as it transforms
into a planet of love
as its meant to.
that needs my help.

Inside infinite canvas above,
Father Sky, master artist readies self to paint.
Sometimes it’s bright with colors to make one whisper “Wow”
Other times it’s dark hiding mystery and rain
to give one chance to ponder.

Feathered fiery clouds move gracefully.
Birds use wings to touch sailcloth.
Wind assists spreading beauty.
Rays of sun sparkle like stars.

Infinite landscape canvas unfolds,
evolving, changing, expanding
to touch eyes so all to see.
SEE the moving magnificent masterpiece.
It is a gift.

Visited by light of hope
as I took a breath
I felt a presence.

They entered room
from portal of light
as I felt safe and peaceful.

They were encouraging
humanity to open hearts
and take their place in the universe.

They carried great wisdom
and vibrated
with light to communicate
as light turned to feelings
and feelings into loving words.

They echoed truth
for all to remember
with the power of love
WE alter our reality.

They echoed for us to take action
to recall who we are
as sacred children
with Gods essence to recreate.

They resonated the truth
that it was time
for mankind to live in
peace, harmony, and abundance.

Their names were
the Pleiadians
who are here to aid now.

Believe and be Grateful.

The truth of our universal friends
is out.
It’s no longer science fiction.

Today I choose to stand in day, celebrating my inner gifts to be my own inspiration and dance in sea of moments.

L O V E

INSIDE a mating call of sky,
the thunder roars
striking landscape divine.

It announces TO TAKE NOTICE
electrifying
with loves true essence
TRAVELING INTO humans hearts
that stand readied to ECHO.

Sky beingS merge
in moment
presenting gift from sky.
Vibrations rise
as humans awaken
to it’s sweet sound
while feet dance.

With DEEP inhale,
Whole of Being ACTIVATES
for Renewal of
heart, and mind
TO walk gracefully.

Fire arrows move creating bridge
to reenergizing all with
explosive feelings grand.
ALL TO welcome life's mystery
AS CLOUDS PART TO make way
for thunder warriors of love
to center inside new times.
The new dawn is now
and with gratitude I say
NOW celebration WILL begin
AS rain beings recycle the moisture
so Earth Mother becomes green.
AS breath SPEAKS WITH A
HAIL-LO-WAY-IN
aligning to the language of love.

The language that
becomes art
onto canvas of self,
sky, and earth.

Let the festivities begin.

Through a colorful gate I step.
Gracefully prancing in light of sun.
The wind guides
as I plant my dreams.

Watering with my breath.
I glide in rhythmic pleasures
until seedlings are ready for harvest.

And with gratitude, I reap them
dancing with all my aspirations.

I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.    

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel  
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.

I sleep in a cocoon of words,
sheltered when winds get rough.
They make me giggle
when inner child surfaces.
They move with power
urging self to expand.

My cocoon is my haven
keeping words safe
until ready to fly.
The creative fibers of words
flow continuous
from endless heartbeats
that weave in mind.

And when I release them,
in gentle song they float
gracefully in colorful fashion,
Float, as I steer them
to land in the
landscape of a poem.

Lovely is the morning light that urges poem to sprout.
It is in the gently breeze that makes me want to shout.
Lovely is the dance of dance that comes as I do drift.
I now feel empowered inside of the day breaks kiss.

Lovely is the words that move in mind to grace a page
whispering in poetry that makes me writer sage.
Lovely is the sun that shines and even rain that falls.
I am grateful for my life to answer words that call.

In breath I'm drinking
energies of the Divine.  
a love elixir

Wander in rhymes I do today
as I now write in poem I say.
And write I will to sing a song
I promise that I won't be long.

To move to scribe is fun to do
Come and read I write for you.
So your eyes they will move and dream
connecting you to a writers scene.

I write and prance in colors fine
and inside heart I now do shine.
Shine to wish you well this day.
as I bow and I sing Hooray.

There is a higher rate of prayer in war zones
because a peaceful society takes things for granted.

There is a higher rate of second guessing in jail
because there is plenty of time to think.

There is a higher rate of dreams inside dark days
because that houses a creative spark of creation.

I see a pear tree with ONE partridge and feathers grand
that makes heart sing with love.
I gaze at TWO turtle doves flying in unison
quenching eyes to feel empowered.
I hold THREE french hens and celebrate
natures greatness to move with gratitude
I hear FOUR calling birds that sing in songs grand
that expands heart with compassion.
I hold FIVE golden rings that harbor energies
of dreams that become my reality.
I watch SIX geese lay golden eggs
as sign for prosperity during new year.
I see SEVEN swans a swimming graceful
reminding of my divinity and elegance.
I wave to EIGHT maids a milking who share
their egg nog concoction with me graciously.
I observe NINE ladies gracefully dancing,
with rhythms grand to commemorate season.
I celebrate TEN lords a leaping who remind me
to carry faith every moment.
I listen intently to ELEVEN pipers pipping
who echo with music to praise the season of giving.
I hear TWELVE drummers drumming
to welcome in Christmas as I celebrate life
and sing out Merry Christmas
to one and all.

And with 364 gifts infused in this poem
I move with gratitude for all I have
and all you as readers are.

Kids are kids.
They are the little blessings
born to expand smiles
and open the caretaker heart.

They are nibble little beings
?a small sculpture
to be carefully tended to
with loving arms.

They are little masters
inside a small form
so be sure
to nurture their innate  
gifts.

They are gifts
filled with divine energies
sent with stork of Gods vibration,
here infused with grand visions
for humanity.

Kids they are the future of mankind
so treat and teach them well
with the power of love.

The rewards is...
a world
of peace and harmony.

The deity of love did speak
from her pedestal of love.
Words pulsated
in swirling imagery
Dark fades into a light song.

Her pen had wings
anointing air of page.
Her presence was felt
as each stepping stone of words
tickled eyes.

The deity of love drifted
waving her wand of love.
Smiles anchored with harmony
as verse became
golden necklace of pearls.

And when she disappeared
to move in territory of universe
her words stayed
to gift all who gathered.

Hail deity of love
I bow in your honor.

I am a gift...
Consciousness wrapped in a body.
A blossoming flower
A sunsets radiance.
A starry night.

I am a gift...
Consciousness expanding in heartbeat.
A seed of The Divine.
A Sacred bird of creation.
A blessing deserving to fly.

I am a gift...
Consciousness I gift to humanity.
A mirror of my soul
A part of whole just like you.
A truth we now both know.

When I met you and we kissed,
my heart strings began playing
My breath my hand that lightly strummed.

Our tongues entwine deeply
as moments disappeared.
Fireworks formed behind eyes.
The crescendo rose
as his heart joined in chorus.

Arms linked together like unbreakable chain
each wanting a deeper hug.
In an instant a river of light vibrated
surrounding our auras making us feel bliss.
I became part of you
you of me.
Paradise in the bed room commenced.
The place in mind I wished to live forever.

With colored pencils
becoming like extended digits,
I jumpstart day to coloring in journal.
Rainbow colors
match suns rays
birthing self to smile.
Colors run off
all over my shoes
thusly... my steps
becomes shaded
with dance inside moment
to celebrate life.

Into an antique store I move,
gazing the artifacts.
An old typewriter
catches eyes.
No more does it have busy fingers,
dancing on it’s letter highway.

Now digits breeze upon plastic board
tickling computer screen with hands.
A grand place to travel on
for writer, and sage to share.
A grand place
to search internet
to expand ones consciousness.


StarBG © 2017

My corral of words-like steads
open in morning
where wind blows
and sun shines.

In day, where filly's are jumping
inside mind and onto page.

And me the writer,
will mount the stallions
from morning till night.

Scribing, as a poem
becomes their hoof prints
left to remember.

Torrential rainfall
fell upon city after city.
Sky was grey like those suffering
in separation, fear, and greed.

No bird of happiness
flew in tornado winds.
No umbrellas safe haven
would stay open.

UNTIL people
released negative thoughts.
to balance inside compassion.

All got quiet,
and miracle appeared.

An upside rainbow that smiled to the world.

Now we’re dancing
awake and alert.
on road to better days.

A new born
is a construct to generate memories.
To breed love inside child’s eyes.
To spawn a web of compassion
And to reach out with a hug.

A new Born
is a chance to be a kid again.
To do silly things to make one laugh.
To catch a smile and fill it with dreams.
To carry generations to new heights.

A new Born
is an opportunity to click a camera’s lens.
To allow a spirit to be be celebrated and grow.
A gift from the Divine,
meant to awaken the power of love.


StarBG © 2017

2 fairy souls met
inside mist of dawn and autumn leaves.
They whispered each others name
Tesha and Selkin
so Una the wind could hear.

Their wings meshed
like stain glass windows all a glow.
They moved inside grace
while scents of violets
birthed harmony.
While they forever celebrated
in a realm
of no time.

And as they floated off
mesmerized inside each others crystal eyes,
they knew they were soul mates
 destined to seal lips
below rainbow sky

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as rain outside cleanses earth.
While rain feeds plants hungry
As rain calls all to umbrellas
And while eyes swell
to let me know a poem is gelling
to be released.

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as a bathroom run is ignored.
While my hunger has to wait.
As the moments melt away.
And while my fingers dance
on keyboard making way
to birth a poem.