Walking memory

I have walked these streets before. Like tiny gems dropped along the way I collect the pieces of memory and put them in their place amongst the stars. Like a ghost I appear to be resurrected in the moment as a women free from the death of yesterday. I have seen their faces in dreams. I have said words without the means of understanding of who I am destined to be. Along the shores of sunlit seamlessness there is an echo of confusion from those who I left behind one Sun cycle ago. All the seasons have washed clean the days when we walked these streets as a band to be; now we walk independently of the need to see through another's eyes.

The Earth and Llly

While in observation of the heavy clouds filling the horizon I question whether the Earth with all her dimensions has the ability to reveal her intentions clearly to the Universe. The Milky Way, while in constant apprehension of new inventions put on display, watches her night and day as she twists and turns around the Sun. At her core a passion burns with an intensely hot enough to burn up the weight of irony left behind for me to filter through.

A New Day

Light shines down upon fields of sound waves
I have eternity to dwell in the ecstasy of You
For only a moment more will our hearts live in a state of separation
The hours are limited
Never before has the Earth felt such turmoil
Never before have the souls danced with such intensity upon the grounds of despair
All my days I have journeyed to find You
Never knowing our paths were the same
I am awakening in the light of Your love
Optimism is no blind existence
I see and feel and hear the same dying world you do
The difference between us my friend is simple
I know where the darkness leads to...
A new day!

February 6, 2008

The wind blows fierce through the window seems, whistling secrets of far away places that call me by name to come out and explore the forgotten lands of the outer realm. To often I fall complacent to the warm surroundings of my inner world, so much so that it takes a great amount of psychological persuasion to bring me to the surface of my own imaginative reality.

Love,
ME

A compilation of everything I love!

I am a compilation of everything I love. From the clothing on my body to the smell of my sweet and salty skin. I am many layers thick, like the plates of the Earth that welcome life in the color brown; soft mud that tickles my bare feet like a feather, or a tongue. Shiny and tan, my skin is the smell of garlic and green tea. Oh, how it feels good to smell and see and hear you. How sweet is my breath that brings Spring to life. Oh she is a beautiful thing, with her pink cherry blossoms, laughter in the morning and silver butterfly wings.
I am the flavor of chocolate, and coconut and lavender. I am the memory of your love. I am the blue of the your eyes that match the sky and the bay that I look out on from my living room window. I am the sound of my voice as I speak the words of creation. I am the thought that comes out of The Mind and asks to be set free as acts of love and adoration! I am the voice, and desire, and hope that one day soon our paths will intertwine once more. I am a compilation of everything I love!

away from home for to long.....

The city takes a lot out of me, and so I return to You to breath back the Love I need to keep giving to this world, so poor in spirit of hope. My Love is as endless as the sea but The Word is not. How meaningless these figures of the imagination when I can not express to you the pure joy of living. My tears reach the depths of my pain to extinguish the fire that has been set ablaze within. I'm looking into eyes I haven't seen in years. Into the heart of the memory I journey for as long as it takes to set it free and be reminded of my crown.
We are in heaven. When we take full responsibility for the mess that has been made we will be able to rebuild this garden with many hands. So active have we been in the experience of our lives that we have lessened our ability to pay attention to the details of these well worn roads.
May I forever find comfort in the optimism of a few until we are capable of seeing it from every view.

pictures

When I see my smile reflected through the child, mysticism and realism weave into a magical display. The Goddess within stirs. Her eyes search the parameters in search of her Companion Eternal. She is adorned in jewelry and red silk, set free, the woman to whom the secrets of ecstasy are given as keys. The light has been calling to her forth to shine through the ignorance of society for eons of time, to filter through lives for lessons of truth and peace.
Is this death I am experiencing... I would hope so, for then shall I be born anew to a life where a greater understanding of love is manifest through and through. Daydreams swirl in open skies and how it tickles my thoughts and turns one eye a shade of blue in memory of You, dear brother of mine.
Blissfully she walks through the memory of days come and gone, awakened by the Dawn to write the story of time through the mind of one- so as to eliminate the barrier between our souls. Once the beginning of this journey is through, the promise of find you dreaming the same dream in the light of day is only a kiss away, and there like children we will play until the Lord calls us home again.

In Red she Rises

With eyes wide open I see thee
Beneath the pads of my fingers are the noises you love to hear
O
Why was I so afraid of the light
Is my face not basking in the brightness of this love?
How many whispers in the darkness did it take
for me to come through and find you waiting so patiently?
Teachable are those who come on bended knees
to hear the voice of the four corners of the stratosphere.
Wealth circulates within me
like the blood of a thousand dying soldiers
You are my brother and my love
while loving the pain free of my conception
What has been delivered is a mesa of hope

Below the surface

I fall so deep below the need for oxygen that i find myself swimming with sea otters and falcons through the salty air. Spare the need for embarrassment. There is barely enough room for words as is. I only do this for you. To bring you close to me when the daylight sets me free to explore the atmosphere. In the hollow pockets of memory I find the connection to every piece of ME. I am as quiet as the wind can be while making love beside the fire. I'm as still as the trees that tickle the mountain top as they dance to the rhythm of his heart. I can feel you as close as skin. You look a lot like my love. Is it any wonder why you continue to follow me in dream?

Life worth living

I once lived a nightmare where the colors and frames of the world created havoc on my heart; where the stories of those outside my day to day life seemed to be in a whirlwind of suffering and the meaning of love was masked with the misfortunes of my ignorance. I once lived a nightmare where I could not see that all the love in the world was free. Held captive by shadows of destruction and despair I fell complacent to the direction of a small few who dominate the lives of millions through mass media. Once I was consumed with fear because I didn't realize that before me there was nothing but a world full of peace if I bid it so.
I once had a nightmare that politicians and corporations ran my life. The walls of my understanding of the world stood high. Beyond these walls the truth of my existence dance in the star filled sky and swim below the ocean crest. It is in every face and every task I perform. I once lived in an alter ego where all I could see in the mirror was a reflection of something I could never be. All the while I was missing out on the greatest gift of all. This wasn't the type of gift you can advertise and capture the emotions in a patent. No my friends, the gift of the moment is all one needs to find all the hope needed to change the world, starting with the reflection in the mirror.
There is a moment in history when all the world is destined to wake up and realize that you don't need a T.V. or a magazine to tell you what it means to love, or trust, or succeed. As sure as the sun will rise, so will the minds of all those who find freedom in all the cycles of life. In our culture we have lost the true meaning of life and death. How easily we forget the fullness of spring when winter hangs heavy in the gray horizon. Beyond the chaos there is a song echoing through the trees and tickling my eyelashes with butterfly kisses. The whole world strives to be better when I gaze upon it with eyes of love and adoration.
Meaningless are the days when I felt that someone else was in control of my life. Soundless are the memories beyond the call of the moment for it is here that I can take back the life in which I live and make art. Here I am free to create the most amazing history the world has ever known. How grateful I am for this message of hope!

Brothers and sisters of the world. Find peace in the love of those closest to you. It is within their eyes that we see all the angles of our self and are brought to our knees in humility. I am the creator of my own destiny. I have a dream of replacing every negative with a positive. I have a dream of feeding the hungry and clothing the poor of spirit. I am not the first, nor will I be the last to discover that the Kingdom of God lies within my own being. I have the power to change the world starting now. In every moment we are reborn. With every passing day the world grows richer with ideas and connections that surpass all boundaries of time and space. Love is free and so should be the action of giving. Only then will we all learn to live like kings!