the truth is,
Soul whispered to self,
life need not be so hard 🙏
you tend to complicate
and over personalize;
to see the dangers
and the darknesses
well before the
deLightful bits.
for you, the challenges
come quickly to the fore
dragging along with them
the heaviness
of not enough consciousness 🙏
Beloved, you need not relent,
keep spiraling
reciting the same ol’ script.
stop ✋️please
take slow, deep breaths.
recalibrate 🙏
.
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Creative
imagine more
within imaginations,
therein lies magic 🎩
a dewy freshness,
a bit of sassy boldness
in things deemed
inconceivable.
both ephemeral and oddly palpable,
we imagine more –
much bigger, wider, deeper
than the self-inflicted confines
of the conditioned mind.
.
meet me
meet me
there
you know where!
our secret place –
“you” are “You”
“i” am “Me” –
no masks –
open
giving
receiving –
honestly
and wholeheartedly 🙏
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous 🥳
we – each –
seen
heard
honored
held
healed
revived
revealed
patched up
and then
to that “other” world –
the frenzied marketplace –
we are re-turned
with gift 🎁 bearing Hands 🫴
and Compassionate Heart ❤️
to Serve 🙏
Love, Now
In BeLoved relationship
now –
menopausal,
modern elder,
refined lines,
silvered hair.
More touch craved.
Intimacy curated.
Explorations of re-membered Souls.
Wanderings taken through dilated minds
and in bodies made soft, delicate
by the passage of time.
With gentle intentionality,
fierce penetration
catharsis
synchronization
of Hearts broken wide open repeatedly.
Conversations – rich, infinite, deep
while the wondrous sea
teases our entangled feet.
Meandering walks in The Untamed Woods,
silently communicating
as Kindreds are wont to do.
Nourished by
succulent food,
mystical tonics,
wild-crafted wines,
quiet evenings spent
luxuriously entwined
in sheer awe of The Big Sky.
A taste of Blessed Divinity at play:
you were always coming my way,
and I
preparing for you,
my wildest dreams
come true.
the white space
the white space
the Silence
in the edges:
an introduction
to further exploration;
deference to that place
of bliss-full ignorance;
a demonstration
of great humility;
a re-minder that
you
are not
exactly
like me;
the space to
debate,
deliberate,
contemplate,
re-evaluate
assumptions long made;
liminal space,
that white space
dwelling
seemingly innocently
in the unchartered edges.
RED
Mixed emotions,
my relationship with Red–
the color of
sensuality and menstruation-
of sin and punishment-
as I was taught.
Red did not hide-
neither docile nor shy.
Red, to me,
embodied extroversion-
loud and insufferable!
Beginning,
in the latter chapter of life,
to warm to Red some-
to appreciate her contours
and taste her complexity.
She’s beckoning me, Red–
an invitation to finally
stand
firmly
in my Power.
“It’s always been there,”
Red says.
Mask
Alas,
how is this suppose to work
now and going forward?
Vulnerability,
the removal of our masks –
invisible and heavy-
had just become
more comfortable
for so many.
Now,
suddenly,
the mask-
sterile and tangible-
has become
mandatory.
A rare treat
to see a naked face
walking down a street.
We’ve become aliens
out of necessity,
orbiting around each other,
getting no closer
to the “stranger”
that six feet.
Pink, blue, violent
Pink, blue, violent –
Heart, throat, crown.
How is The Heart
in this Moment?
At rest, at ease, at peace
because It is home –
in quiet, in solitude
immersed in beauty
amidst the sky.
And The Throat
how is it doing
presently?
Somewhat tight,
constricted,
a little sore.
Perhaps because
of words left unsaid,
stuck
with no where to go.
The Crown,
the upper realm of you,
can you feel it?
Is it accessible,
welcoming,
downloadable?
A hearty yes
said with gratitude –
the daily prayer
to be a tool
to be used
accepted.
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Faces
it is discouraging
and sad
to me
to see
Human Faces–
half obliterated –
nose, checks, mouth and chin –
well hidden,
swallowed,
by a mask
in the name of
protection.
relenting to fear and paranoid,
we separate,
decide it best not to congregate.
instead
stock, lock and cover up.
there is, of course,
a place for
diligence and precaution.
however,
when does it cross that delicate line,
demolish trust,
become too much,
threaten our humanity
to the point
we forget Faces
and
our inter-dependency?
The Wall
I hit The Wall
today;
ran right into it –
mind, body and Spirit – splat!
Hit it so hard,
the tears came
tumbling down,
suddenly,
out of seemingly nowhere.
A deluge –
in public no less!
“What is this?” I cried,
trying desperately
to cover and hide.
A rare occurrence
for me-
losing control,
forced to surrender,
pause,
look,
pivot
and reconsider
choices made,
examine
subconscious motivations,
and
the allowance
of subtle intimidation.
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