I grew a garden
every time I thought about you
hoping at some point you would
see the thousands of plants and flowers
and small trees
magical gardens
displaying only the colors you like
forest or sage green and deep purple
dark red and silver and gold
12 shades of blue
I'd blend the best shades, baby
just to make them blue for you
so when you were sad
the blue in the star light
shone down on the
blue in the garden
and the sadness would inch away
one tear at a time
I would see you slide up to the edge
I would see you lean over the ledge
then I would put my arms around you
I would blend the best shades, baby
just to make them blue for you
Dressed in a human form,
she is asked about her origins
she blinks and stares
cobwebs growing
between her and her answer
why respond when
nobody believes her
and after so much time
does she still believe herself?
she cannot give the coordinates
to locate her home in the Universe
the Multi verse
the sources of gravity outside
of the earth.
fantasy has led humans closer to reality
and she must
continue to wait
for the honesty and clarity needed
to be seen
to be held properly
to be accepted in her true emanation
to emanate broadly
in the moon light
as the stars send messages
only she can read
and still cannot prove or explain
why
but
the universe has been good to me
she muses
as the blue, white, gray sky
passes over her paused in stillness
and a voice whispers:
It does go both ways, you are also
good to the Universe
it is an exchange
an exercise
a practice
a reflex
a reflection
She balances in that liminal space
Between sacred and mundane
soaking in the wild showers,
with reverence for the rain,
taking in the wildflowers,
releasing all the pain
Following the trail
left by the ancestors
the dust begins to settle
Stars are shooting by
I am left wondering why
Drifting up into the night sky
I channel the energy
the consciousness of invisible
invincible spirits
and as I serve others
the energy makes its way
through my vessel
and I receive the benefits of it
along with passing the benefits on
the blessings are so abundant
they pile up and spill over
and I am gathering this
star dust in my bones and blood
healing that which I was told
would never heal
the rising moon
casts shadows
while crackling fire flames
are licking at the split wood
stacked high
preparing for a long night
she has mysteries
in her cells and
a lunar eclipse
opens up the heart
and lets in the light that darkness
only paused
for a few moments
now the deep purple sky
illuminated by starlight
is a place she knows more about
then she knows herself
honesty and hunger
cascading down
onto the salty tides
water falling on water
waiting for
nothing
and nothing standing
in her way.
the wind
the water
the center
the earth
and the fire
(Repeat 5 lines twice)
Spirit, come here
we are ready
Spirit, come here
we've been waiting
(Repeat 4 lines twice)
Creator be here now
we offer up prayer
with all that we are
under the sky and breathing the air
Creator be here now
(Repeat 4 lines twice)
Create a melody to each part and sing it
altogether. Make it easy enough for many
folks to be able to sing along.
Ocean throwing salty waves
like coins into a fountain
part of me
split off and slipped
into the abyss
while I held on
for dear life
so that others would not
have to grieve my loss
so early on
I chose to live for others
until I could live for myself
allowing the body to heal
comes naturally
Allowing the mind and heart
to heal must be a conscious choice
my life bloomed with flowers
and flowed like a river
without grass or rocks
impeding its flow
the healing goddess
entered my system
and helped me function
movement of ocean
rivers, streams, lakes, waterfalls
rain falling
leaving rivulets
flowing down streets
grey into black
and there are ways to tell time
to mark the passage of time
but I wonder if nobody noticed it
would we float around in pure consciousness
and light?
would we love with less limitations
since we would not know it could end?
and at some point, along the way, we get free
allowing it all to unfold
with peace and
unfettered transformations
