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owls at dawn Jan 20
we all have old patterns
we play on repeat
in my spare time I
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owls at dawn Jan 19
the earth is a ball of metal fire
guarded by dragons and deceptively peaceful lions
I answer the call madam, maiden, lover, crone
with rivers running through my veins,
flames leaping from my skull
trees growing from my palms
and flowers filling my heart
on the silent wings of night birds guiding me to my station
I answer the call
#guidance #spirit #path
owls at dawn Jan 19
energy from the milky way central galaxy comes spiraling down into
my head, swirls around a bit, feeling right at home, barrels into
my throat, busting that dark tunnel open without care, and
shoots straight into my heart. it somersaults in a void of
infinite love for a short while, before smashing
into the column of my lower body, sending
tendrils of light off into more tunnels
and caves, some dark, some light
trying any way possible to
squeeze through the
traumas and pains
and fears, like
weary
broken
dams
of stone
in a
flood.
it slips
past
into
my
legs
touching
gently
the
armoring
shields
from
within
to
loosen
and
dissolve


at last
it enters the earth through my feet
continuing its journey through the underground
network of soils, organisms, rivers, fires and stone, until it
swoons lovingly into the crystalline heart of Gaia, distant lover of stars


oh man, it says, what a trip!
owls at dawn Jan 18
I came across an old notebook today
an old poem
beautiful, lyrical words of heartbreak and love
did I write this gem?
I still surprise myself

most surprising,
these passionate sentiments of longing...
I had no idea who they were about
#fickle #lover
owls at dawn Jan 17
we get ***** in life
energy *****
take an energy shower
under an energy waterfall
scrub good
inside and out
rinse
don't be
an energy dirt bag
#pigpen #haha
owls at dawn Jan 17
it's a never ending revelation
the secret to my happiness,
taking responsibility for myself

my self, my energy, my needs, my healing
my past, my future, my now... all my nows

process my pain and fear
over and over
and over again
till it's dusty feathers and I fly away

fly to a happy perch
become a new chick, a wise old bird
wild thing, ascetic
music maker, see-er, feel-er
bit by bit
I'm becoming
magic
owls at dawn Jan 17
I saw the perfect **** today
but I wasn't looking at butts, per se!
I raised my head from the work I was engaged
and there it was
in my face, as though staged

it was shaped like my heart
(which stopped a few seconds)
where upon I looked quickly away
before my feet they were beckoned

my mind and spirit were brightened
a few lumens
as I moved on, thinking, how beautiful
are humans
#lumens #haha
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