Lost in my thoughts I travel,
taking breath to balance.
Taking strong stance with visions
that adjust fishing pole for guidance.

My poles line is tossed
floating in a sea of beating vibrations.
anchoring in not mind but heart.

And as in meditative state I sit
an awakening takes place
a spark that lets me know
heart is the watering hole
for clarity and peace.


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I light a torch inside a creative mind
with breath and intention

The flame dances, rising high
to transmute into words.
Into poems, stories, manuscript
that flows on vellum white.

It burns brightly making my face a glow
and my heartbeat rhythmically.

When poem is done
words combust with air of voice
to echo into a special poem.

A poem, I gift to a readers mind.

StarBG © 2017

A frog did crock to me one day.
It sang with light and love.
When it jumped across the pond,
it flew just like a dove.

His song lit up all the trees.
They shinned with sacred song.
Time did stop inside quiet
The frog could do no wrong.

It echoed with great wisdom pure.
He was so cute and dear.
As I said my gratitude
I called to him, "come near."

Come and croak loud a clear.
Come enjoy the day.
We will take a joined deep breath
in oneness we will stay.


StarBG © 2017

Grove-in to the tune of heart,
I dance inside my day.
Prancing, jumping, spinning round,
as I do sing and pray.

I pray the world awakes in love,
to celebrate life’s song.
Everyone should live as one,
its where we all belong.  

Sing out loud, or whisper low.
Just carry love inside.
Then the world will shift in peace.
and all will move with pride.

StarBG © 2017

Hug-a-lug out to dear you,
cause it's what I want to do.
To hug with love is grand your see.
 it opens heart so I fly free.  

Free to drift in morning light
The feeling it is out of sight.    
So in my day, I’ll send out love.
And then we'll fly like sacred dove. 

Hug a lug, oh Hug a lug! 
I send it now to fill a jug.
In mind please do yes drink away 
as blessings now I send today.

StarBG © 2017

There ain’t no can’t, when living in the heart,
to soar in energy light and free.

There ain’t no can’t, when awakened,
as veil of forgetting is lifted to see with clarity.

There ain’t no can’t, when understanding
that life is eternal and human form is temporary.

There ain’t no can’t, when knowing we’re co-creators,
bringing experiences to us from our thoughts.

There ain’t no can’t, when walking on earth stage,
inside our power to orchestrate our dreams.

There ain’t no can’t, when living in the heart,
radiating peace to love one another as self.

There ain’t no can’t when one jumps over obstacles
by embracing the "I am" Avatar of Love.

In a garden of an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating the moment that echoes with light.
Celebrating the birds who whisper daintily,
and the dogs that romp with voice.

In a garden of an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing in knowing I am divine.
Dancing with puffy graceful clouds
and flowery smells that open heart.

In a garden of an airstream present, I am free.
Free to drift in dreams.
Free to remember all my gifts,
and all my precious dreams.

Dreams that take root in the garden of an airstream breath.
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In an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating, moments that echoes with light.
Celebrating, birds who whisper daintily,
as dogs that romp with voice.

In an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing, in knowing I am divine.
Dancing, with puffy graceful clouds
as flowery smells open heart.

In an airstream present, I am free.
Free, to drift in grace anointing all.
Free, to remember  who I am
as all my precious dreams align.

Dreams that root,
in garden of an airstream breath.



StarBG © 2017

A journey to and through the heart I go,
moving as the intake
gracefully travels to outtake.
As moments slow and energies rise.

The journey into the heart I go,
a singing to match beat.
Singing like birds that echo divinely.

A journey to and through the heart I move,
dancing as the intake
elegantly travels to outtake.
As sun shines and energies vibrate.

The journey into the heart I go,
where there are no limitations.
Where love of self lives forever.

All my life I was breathing in the poison air of self-judgement.
The kind that sticks to heart and aura,
bringing heartache in my journey.

Within my intake breath,
judgment of being stupid lodged, causing others to agree.

Within my out take breath,
judgement of not being pretty lodged, as others agreed.

In childhood insecurities plagued, as many teased and touched.
In adolescence fears plagued, as others kept their distance.
In adulthood, I gave my power away, and others took it.

Until light came into self to awake inside heart.

Until heart showed  my true divine self.

Now I breathe in clean air celebrating
connected to source energy.

Now I love myself to feel free at last.

Sleeping late
on A rainy Sunday morning
is exactly the thing to do.
wrapped in a
silken robe of blanket.
Sitting inside
a landscape of dreams
Experiencing bright sunshine
beside a lake
Expanding mind with closed eyes
to open writers book to scribe.
Enhanced by ears
that hear music of heartbeat
that plays with the dreamscape birds.

Yes, its the perfect thing to do
on rainy day
where body gets its needed rest
and I galavant in dreams.

StarBG © 2017

I sing. I dream.
I dance, as the master of my own destiny
slowly drinking the elixir of life.

My voice swells bonding with breath.
My breath spirals connecting to wisdom.
The wisdom expands threading the moment.

And as I move through the gateway for harmony,
I smile. I scribe.
I write, letting my heart speak with visions

Visions that anchor, as my future becomes my own.

She sounded out in a jocular fashion,
ranting and raving as she danced.
One never knows what will come.
when pugged into the vortex of creative forces.

MAYBE, today she will walk singing purposely out of tune
with words that make no sense, for people to appreciate the gift of language.
PERHAPS, she will wear her cloths backwards and carry an umbrella opened on a sunny day, for people to appreciate the sunshine.
PERCHANCE she will have that urge to climb a ladder to no where to water the concrete, for people to remember to water their dreams as they move in city.

People might think she had too much coffee or ****, and back away.
                                                  but I know better.
Passerby's might think she was ****** or had a few screws loose,
                                                  but I know better.
Residents might even go so far as to label her and escort her to a white padded room,                         but I know better.

I KNOW, she's a master under the cloak of insanity here to teach all.
I KNOW, she is a creative genius allowing us to possibly step out of our narrow boxes in mind if we just try.
I KNOW, we can learn from her, if we awake and dare to open our minds and hearts.

I prefer to watch with a students eyes to the guru present.
For I would rather celebrate the one who in the moment moves in whimsical fashion.
Yes I choose to release judgement and move joyfully connected with all.
And perhaps, once I integrated fully her attitude and mannerisms just maybe I will be the one who wears the precious label of wacky.  

Then, I will know I am in my heart, connected to my creative self,
and the divine.


StarBG © 2017