let go

let go
surrender
detach
exhale
allow Life’s River
its pace.
trust
in The Great Story
your dharma
and it’s mysterious
entanglements.
we can never know
the Totality of The Journey –
bits and pieces revealed
here and there
only where
quiet resides
an intentional pause
spaces for softenings
leaning in…facing
stillness to know.

let go
leap into potentiality
spread your considerable Wings πŸͺ½
hear the gentle wind
guide
as you simply glide
like the majestic ✨️ Eagle
freed from fear
filled will Love ❀️
soaring
limitless
emanating
elevating us all πŸ™
.

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 πŸ™
feels sooooo good
to Be there.
like Home –
soft and warm,
illuminated ✨️
joyous πŸ₯³
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 πŸ™

still Love

though bruised and battered –

still Love

confused, befuddled, disheveled –

still Love

disheartened, disillusioned, disappointed –

still Love

unhinged, undone, unkempt –

still Love

perplexed, meandering, questioning – still Love

ignored, misunderstood, un-Loved –

still Love

in the noisy-ness and messy-ness of this Life –

still Love

in perceived isolation –

still Love

to the very last breath in encasement –

only Love ❀️

un-done

why does this word –

un-done –

resonate, always,

so deeply with me?

a distant memory?

a recent past Life?

a glimpse into a future?

no fear is felt –

rather, much anticipation;

the realization of a need;

a rite of passage;

an initiation;

a shedding;

re-birth:

a blessed second chance πŸ™

fear

fear is a Gate.

to where?

another realm,

a clearer lens,

an unimaginable

reality,

a new face,

a chance to awaken

and break

destructive cycles,

generational patterns,

and long expired

unconscious

contracts.

a different vibration –

more stillness

on this Side,

bliss-full contemplation,

grounded regulation,

time for deep integration,

leading to

coherence and its twin, remembrance.

Here too,

the surrender and freedom

that beckon

sweet Peace

from its longtime captor, fear.

NO MORE

what will it take

to study war no more?

how many precious Lives;

how much devastation;

to shed delusions

of “you”

“me”

“they”

“we”?

what will it take

to See

inter-sectionality,

inter-dependence,

inter-being;

that I am Me

because you are You?

how to be finally relieved

of this exhausting

burden and cycle of trauma

seeded in

retaliation

revenge

reactivity

dis-regulation

and perceived “wins”?

where is the Space

for cultivation of

mind-full

measured

response?

what will it take to just

STOP βœ‹οΈ

consciously chose

LOVE

in lieu of hate?

when do we decide

we walk the paths much less trodden –

forgiveness, Truth, reconciliation?

what spells and prayers might we invoke,

sacred concoctions prepared

to awaken from our stubborn slumber,

to re-member our shared humanity,

banish war from our vocabulary,

curate abiding Peace ✌️ πŸ™ only ❀️

Crimson

Dreamed of Crimson

last night.

The color of blood,

a symbol of pain –

Crimson on the streets;

streaked in the snow;

steeped in the Ground.

crimson on our hands,

we reek of it,

blinded and choking on it.

redemption can only come by it.

shadow

I did not see You,

Mystical Eagle.

saw Your shadow –

dark

atop the green of the grass

in juxtaposition to the otherworldly

blue of Your Sky.

caught the outline of Your Wings –

wide open

confident

gliding.

even in shadow,

Eagle

enchants and emboldens.

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.