"yippiee" poems
Follow the beat through.
When i learnt tennis , my point to work on was follow through ,
now
i see ..... played out in my life.
The wonderment of a follow through.
Oh what pleasure , to meet the kindred gatekeepers, with raspberry chocolate on a dream beach , with mirage water..... way out , shifting lake light blue to deep oceanic aqua.
Sand made out crystal , old glaciers roamed here , leaving in their wake ice pathway earth carvings that are now lakes.
The shield is up north , pure crystal. Unlike Bali beaches , with miniature coral atoms in the sand mix.
We sit and laugh , a hollyhawk , Rainbow deer , Earth tree mountain lion and I a Sky Albatross , humming the sound of ancient code into Dr Who time dreams.
Where we flow and merger - align each other - heal , give , beckon to ourselves to come forth , higher self crystalize!!
We all touch differently,
arriving at situations step ,
dance -reaction to the current atmosphere, we've all jumped. We've all landed. We've all felt
the other side of being human.
Careful not to time travel too much , then we get stuck in the loop of always moving to nowhere.... Land AHOY!
We , i can feel , are all in the throws of a well navigated land - the Hawk's message from 2 and a half weeks ago -
Received.
The corners are no longer so sharp , the waves no longer as fearful , we fellow beings stand at the entrances end showing the way through to eternity.
Transitions still in progress, nearing completion. 22nd of April - a date to watch. 1 year traveling. Time to reap those seeds!
Yippiee!
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
One the bus, that's where I'm going to be
Leaving behind the trouble that this world has made for me
Finding friends or did they find me?
Traveling along this world that's going to set me free,
you can join if you wanna come
On the bus
On the bus
That's where I'll be
On the bus, That's where I'm going to be,
making friends in life journey is the place for me,
come along if you wanna ride, or we can just sit around and smoke some **** (YIPPIEE)
Taking so tokes then I'll have to go (to my next home)
to find that freedom that's calling me
On the bus
On the bus
is where I'll be
On the bus, Till I find my home
riding the wind to where ever it may blow
finding things, in life that I have never known,
then it dawns on me that this is home
finding friends in my traveling home
On the bus
On the bus
I made it home
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC