Listen and Learn....or (Quit Harshing My Mellow)

I am not a religious person, I gave it a shot...a full and powerful shot for many years. I got my faith shot away by humans. Something as sacred as truth can not be manipulated by humans and properly honored. So, I stepped away and healed and decided to be who I know myself to be. A person who accepts that to be human is to be flexible and caring, even to those who own opposing thoughts to mine.

So, today, on the day of "rising from the dead", I ask for us all to revive our love for each other. The basic love for each other, a love of acceptance for our differences. Let's face it.....the ability to disagree is one of the pieces of ourselves that is unique. So fucking what if I choose to live in a world where love meanders through all I know life to be. Perhaps you feel that is a pipe dream, and we need to be fighting over our differences. It's my pipe dream then, and you are not invited to partake. So be it.

Choices.....yes? It's ultimately what we are arguing about. You go over there and fight, quit harshing my mellow. Go over there and isolate yourself amongst the ones who look like and talk like you do. I live in a world of diversity, thank you very much. It is my choice....

At the end of the day, we are, at our core....different. Leave me with my pipe dream......because if you were drowning next to me in a raging river, I would attempt to save you. I would save you, not because you are the same or different than I, but because that is who I am. It is who I know myself to be. If you would save me or  not is up to you. At times, I feel leaving this place would be a gift. So, if, in the final moments of our apparent demise, I tell you to let me drown....then let me drown. Do NOT save me because that's what Jesus would want you to do, or because you had a sudden surge of empathy for me. Save me if it is who you are, if not....let me die. I am clear within my soul. I am good with myself. I am cool, it's all good. I know who I am.

Something tells me that in this moment of possible death, you might over look my differences. Why not do that now.....let's not wait till we are almost dead, huh? Revive the love NOW.

 If you feel the need to ridicule me for my ways, then allow me to have the same freedom. The thing is, I won't ridicule you for your "beliefs". I have better things to be and do, like live my life the way I want to live it.

If you are a follower of a religion or a religions person, or paradigm....ask your self this: If your religious entity was sitting with you right now, what would you discuss? Love, Peace and Acceptance..right? Would you really waste time discussing politics or presidents, or polls or pot or marriage or who is right or wrong? Think about it. Seems to me you'd be basking in the glory of the love you feel overwhelmed by. Why not access this love as omnipotent NOW? Tis how I know it. We are wrapped in love, always, and we are all wrapped in the same love...universal and unconditional. It's  humans who fuck love up. Let's un-fuck it today, on the day devoted to "rising from death".

In closing I would like to say, no one argues over chocolate bunnies. Today, I will sit with a chocolate bunny and feel the love ! And I expect you to do what feeds you today. How about we do it with respect for the love that lives between us like the invisible wind? Just leave me to my chocolate bunny as I leave you to what ever you wish to do and be. So be it.

Dan said...."it's only when you listen that you learn". Listen to your own soul today.. what do you learn in the listening?

I Am That Wind...Whispering

The day I die I will know

it was a life well lived

The day I die, I will be released

and those I love may feel imprisoned

by the loss

There is no loss..for I am the wind

My soul will once again be free

My body able to rest

My  mind..at peace...finally

The day I die, I will be set free

from the weight of my human existence

The wind will sweep across the plains

and play in the trees

It will howl and caress the faces of those I leave

behind

Raging loudly or whisper still..the wind remains

Perhaps you will hear it speak our names

in unison as it sings to your soul...

aching

In time, it will heal you as you realize

I am not gone

I am that wind... whispering

"I love you"

Always, clearly....like your favorite song
Whisper sung as a lullaby, as we rock to and fro

The day I die..may you know I loved you

May you know because I told you

over and over until you knew it so deeply

Until it is like the wind

Always there, caressing your face

and singing in the trees

The day I die, I will be closer than I ever was

for I am the wind

Hear me sing our names

in whipsered unison...

and know I love you

always..still...

honor it all

honor it all, I do

the pain

the passion

the miscommunication

the wordless wisdom

shared silently

because at the end of the path

I knew

you ....

and you...I

a gift great in ways unmeasurable

there is no loss in a connection

so deep

so fleet, yet intense

and perfect in its imperfection

life...is imperfect

honor it all

I do

in the whispers of the wind

the cleansing of the tender tears of rain

I will find myself revived

because at the end of the path

I knew

you ...

and you, I

a gift great in ways unmeasurable 

as a new path presents

I honor it all...

gifts great in ways unmeasurable 

the crystal clear knowledge of another soul

is forever ours 

<3 

Mother of My Own Inventions

The new awareness of my old ways
was birthed in the light of the moon
full
Lamaze breathing....
Panting in sequence with my coach
that same moon
G Moon

She came to teach me and reach me.. again
In the delivery room
that is my life
Together, we brought to full term
my new direction
Newborn awareness co-created
in the light of the moon
Full

Changes were birthed from my aging
womb
A womb alive with wisdom
Still bringing about beautiful babies in my 51st
year
I am not old, I am not cold
I am harmony, warm and wet.... still wonderfully wild

Not yet the crone chronologically
Still the mother of my own inventions
and those that G Moon coaches me
through, as we co-create
She, my partner as we ride our majestic mounts
to the new awareness
of my old wise ways

I am the mother of my own inventions
Coached by G Moon...in our blended
Fullness

Yet...Still Moving

Plunged into the past
so deeply 
last night
Hit me so hard

No warning, it just came
like a brick wall
I, lost... as the faces and places
tumble through my brain

A dream this morning
of life as it was
Long, so very long ago
It follows me..now

Mom and brother alive
Sister out searching for me
I, lost like a little lamb
Yet, I found my own way home 

Songs and memories haunting me
I let them come
How else do I purge the past
that came stealing into my peaceful present

Be here with me...past
torment me
tease me
teach me
then.... retreat

I will take the memories out
and live them again
Heal... and place them back in the albums
of my mind

Peace I will know once more
As forward movement is gifted back to me
Living the now
As the past is left behind me, yet...still moving

Return again you will...past
My soul knows this
and I know I need to honor you
when you knock on the door...

When the wall appears, suddenly... unannounced
abruptly

Songs and memories will haunt me
I will let them come
How else do I purge the past
that comes stealing into my peaceful present

Little lamb found floundering in her past
once more

Awake, Mama Earth

Be gone

ice and 

snow

My mama

needs to warm and stretch

Be gone

bitter wind

cutting across her land

Let her thaw

and open

Be gone 

melt and freeze

Let her rivers flow

Let the rapids rage

Let the raptors return

Awake, mama earth

Winter has run its course

The blanket of white removed

as the sun warms away the cold

in our hearts

Be on your way..

chill long standing

Enter the warmth

of Spring

New life pushes against the soil

and must grow

I am on my way to new life

The She in He

Heal the lies that have taken deep root
inside your mind
Remove the sullen ugly fears society has
fed you
Rejoice in the freedom
Realign your self with your inner
truth
The rebirth of the he and she
will set us free

Deconstruct
Reconstruct
She-construct
We-construct

As she rises, the cloudy skies clear
As he integrates her teachings, the sun warms..
cultivating great growth
In the meld we become the truth
together

Aged and refined
in the Deconstruct
the Reconstruct
the She-construct
the We-construct

She the seed
He the soil

Integrate the sublime truth
that she is the seed
She carries the imprint of truth 
The healing we crave
She is the food that feeds
us our freedom


She shall sprout in the new soil that he becomes
in the integration
The awakened she in he will birth
the we that will heal the lies
they have fed us

The she heals the he
He supplies the new, sacred soil for the truth to grow
She sprouts and supplies this truth food
and in the harvest...in perfect partnership
WE heal the world

 

 

The Ash Remains

After the transformation of the burn 

the ash remains

What we have been gifted with and  learned

is embedded in our brains

After the fire warms our inner souls

We go to sleep and dream

Releasing the fear and  the anguish of paid tolls

We recall the knowledge we have gleaned

The ashes are the reminder of times of hardship

We made it through the intensity of the heat

Perhaps we found great love or friendship

In life's battles we tasted triumph or defeat

The ash in the air floats after the volcano erupts

It covers all in its path, leaving a distinct calling card

Cleansing away our thoughts, nasty and corrupt

 Bringing a softer surface, where before it was hard

Let the ashes of your past teach you to your core

Recall the joy, the ecstasy, the sorrow

You will find the tears are needed no more

As you look behind to heal and then usher in the morrow  

My ashes have floated in the air with yours along our path

The path intersected when it was meant to be

I wash myself in the memory of these ashes, a soul bath

Thank you, kindred soul, for transforming along with me 

After the transformation of the burn 

the ash remains

What we have been gifted with and  learned

is embedded in our brains

 

 

Home to Me

 Come home to me

when the world has worn you down

to a nub

 We will restore each other

Come home to me

and tell me of your travels

As I share my adventures in staying

steadfast....here

Come home to me

Sit by the fire as the flames leap

and dance

Like my heart did when you walked through the door

once more

Come home to me

Cry to me, let me hold you

We will slay the demons that have stuck

We will release them and laugh as they flee

Come home to me

Be it Winter, Spring or Summer

Fall into my arms

Come Home

Follow a Fool?

Destroy the lies
living inside
you

Blow the walls down
Knock away the bricks
that occlude your sight

Turn that sight
inward
The truth lives there

Follow a fool
will you?
Why?

The sage you are
is who
you are to be
No one else can
ever be the truth inside you

Only a fool full of fear would
profess to
know your truth

Fools are given the name for a reason

Become your inner sage
finally
Release the teachings of fools

Wisdom is not grown
in the fertilizer
of others

Fools fear our freedom
Be gone, fools

Only you can grow
the truth of your inner sage
That truth waits to germinate
and then sprout
then grow and flourish

Be gone, fools

Destroy the lies
living inside
you

Regain the you
you were
Before the fools
took your truth
and trampled it dead..
right before your young, wise
inner eyes

Reclaim the sage
inside
of you

When the dust of the glorious destruction settles
You will see what I know
YOURS is the only truth to seek
Anything else is a lie fearfully forced on you by FOOLS

Seasons Shift

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

Snow on the mountain this morning
Sun on the hill
Melting, freezing, repeating the
process
Spring.....where are you?

Gaia suffers her seasons once more
What have we done
How do we fix it
The patterns of the seasons shift

Yet we still expect the same patterns
There may be no "fix"

Our seasons are changing
As the snow melts off of our mountain
Soon we will navigate the hills
again

And we will climb that mountain
together
The view from the top....perfection
As the patterns of our seasons
ebb and flow

Changes are inevitable
We adapt
We change in circular cycles
We are partners in the new patterns
of our ever changing seasons

The snow will melt in its own time
The grass shall grow lush and green..again
The sun will warm my face
as I allow the shifting of my seasons

Tangled In Truth

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

It's been too long
like a journey uphill all the way
with no water
no respite...no destination

It's been too long since I've been
understood
on a level where words become
beautifully obsolete

No words exist to express
the beauty of not needing them at all
The secret art of love is
silence

Pure, deep, soul stirring
nothingness
Pure peace unspoken
Communicated over miles, decades, lifetimes

For there are no miles or measure of time that separates
silence, the invisible blanket all is wrapped within
It is the wind vibrating
It is my body's cells speaking to yours...
wordlessly

Silence is the wave of passion flowing over you
as I sit just outside of your reach
teasing you with my sweet, seductive smile
You playing, singing sweet and true

The notes fill the room floating upward
as they, too, become blended into the silent blanket
wrapped around me 
Warming my soul, my heart

The space between the notes.. 
perfect silence
That is the truth of communication
That is the secret art of love

You awake in the night, thoughts of you and I
tangled... tasting each other's truth
Your thoughts overflowing...tormenting you 
as they spill onto the floor

Release the tainted untruth of torment, dearest
For in those moments
we share the secret...the silent truth
of love

I am there tangled as we taste the truth again
No words to describe our innate nature to be tangled
in the truth of 
silence

Shhhhhhh, let me rock you
Speak not, say nothing....be still
for we already know
We need no words
They have become beautifully...obsolete

It is all Love

Is loving someone ever a mistake?
Would a higher price not be payed if love
was never known to you?
Would the sun still rise on a life without love?
Yes, with colors muted
and no primal connection to the
rise and fall
Allow the rise and fall to carry you
to new horizons

Own love when it knocks on the door
of your lonely heart
Always honoring the love
of yourself first
No expectations, just acceptance

Walk alongside the one
While they are the one
Be yourself
Allow them to be who they
are
If it balances out
you continue the walk in blended stride
Unbalanced, the scales will always
right themselves

Love is a great gift, in all its forms
Like the liquid water
the frozen lake tundra
or the mist and steam rising from the rapid, raging river
it is all love
Allow it

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

Large LOVE !....For Anita

Dynamite comes in small packages they say

and love lives large in this

little lady

She fits the space between my arms

I feel the void when she is not

there

Yet, my heart knows the memory

of her cuddled in close

and it comforts me

She is dynamic

She is love

She is a large example of these virtues

Distance we must endure

Miles, just a complication, something to get over

Over them we are....we are close always

I hold her today

In that space made just for her

 This large love fills the arms of my humbled heart

Now

Always

Love lives large within us

Tis how we roll...

Spontaneous Combustion

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

Wild eyes
burn into my soul
Ignite my passion sleeping
darling

Burn me to a new creation
Release the torment
Unleash the
Goddess I know I am

Bathe me clean of the lies
Take me to the steam
at Gaia's core
She will transform us

Deep in the depths
Forged and pounded anew
in the flames
Of the mighty fire

My passion awake now
It follows me
It ignites others as I step
past them

Throwing sparks
Creating flames
Spontaneous Combustion
as the past burns away

I am awake and alive again...
burned anew
In the powerful, ancient knowledge
of the newness of me and the rebirth of you

SHE

She is the moon

rising

She is the sun 

setting

She is the healer

of many ills

She is the power

living in the sky

She is the river flowing

to the sand

Revealing secrets ancient

as sweet stories

whispered in the winds

that shift those same sands

The sand beneath your feet she is

and the sand in the air

as this mighty wind gathers her up gently

as a dance partner, swirling

Her heart leaping

Freed for fleeting moments

in the spin of the wind caressing her...

Becoming one in the embrace

She is the sea

calm

or fierce

Her face reflected back to 

her in the sky

as she hangs suspended gracefully

over herself, the sea

She witnesses

the beauty of all she is

in the mirror of the vast open ocean

She is pleased

She is
the Sublime Feminine

Sacred as the moon, the sun, the sand and

the sea

For she is all of these 

and she also is

ME

Which House?

I see you live
the life you have been
given
gifted with
The life that melded with mine
in many ways

Seeing you move towards me
Seeing you move away
Wondering what challenge your mind has birthed 
this time
Your allure to the frenzy of denying 
yourself

Life is only a challenge if you allow it to be

Plain and simple
Torture and ecstasy
live right next to each other
Which house do you enter?

Perhaps you have found an elusive ecstasy
within your torture
Over and over, the rise and the fall of the
chase...the capture
and then the horrid crash
as you realize what you have allowed
into your life...real love
The fear of the reveal halts you..again

and I see "you" no longer

Keep yourself in your cage, poor soul
if you must

LOVE!
so complete, so simple
with out walls or windows
open and free
The truth of ecstasy unencumbered
too painful
for one who
lives in a cage named
denial

You have tasted freedom
it tasted like
the dew kissed berry just picked
from the top of a mountain
paradise 
Enters your mouth, awakening all senses

You tasted me
Ecstasy unencumbered

Plain and simple
Torture and ecstasy
live right next to each other
Which threshold do you cross?

Mixed Smoke Signals

Standing on your hill
message in your mind
Me waiting on low ground
for the signals to appear

The fire is built
the wind is monitored
the heat rises
the blanket wet and ready

The signals come
in puffs of smoke, but I can't
determine their 
meaning
What's going on?

How do I respond to mixed smoke signals
You say one thing and your actions
say another
and I am standing confused
unable to read the signals sent
in your smoke and mirrors

Your smokey, unclear intentions
occlude the sight in all my eyes
and I must look away to
clear them

Tearing up my all seeing eyes
as I am briefly blinded
in your melange of muted
smoke signals

Smoke's gotten in my eyes long enough
we need to clear the air
build a new fire
together

Smoke the pipe of peace
burn the sage
and smudge this communication
breakdown

We heal the miscommunication
Open the channels
Release the disclarity
with this ceremony

Smoke screen lifted
Clarity gifted
No more grieving
Clear messages we are receiving

Let My Words Flow......For Paula Brown

Let my words flow to you
on the river that
connects us
Know them as my love for you
and the river
that sends them to your door

In the current torrid
or calm
the vibes will penetrate the
molecules of this
mighty river
and blend with the liquid
love already there

As the river rolls past your
town
you will hear my words as 
whispers in the wind
in the night
may you be comforted to
hear them, know them, become them
for they tell you what I know

We are all parts of this river
this flow of connection
the river blesses you
and I as well

In the morn when you arise
you will know the peace
of perfect flow
the peace of people
being presented
with the truth
We all flow and wind
in similar ways
We are all
Connected...we are all related
The river knows this
The river taught me this  

Same river... isn't that mind blowing? 
If you put a leaf in the water where you live
it would eventually flow right by where I live
  
Yes, my friend
Let the mighty river run
between us

soft place to fall

knowing your gig
in this vast universe
of possibilities
is a gift

one difficult to open
perhaps
taking years to allow it to be 
placed before you

pretty bows and shiny paper
presentation hard fought
for...
the road to this place deeply trodden

joy and peace, pain, loss and
gain
were your stepping stones
the path led you to your current peace

seated in your soul
faithful in your freedom
standing solid in your 
perfect purpose

and it still
ain't easy, still you ache
at times
stepping stones led you here

stones are hard
so is life
if we trust in ourselves
we can live in the hardness of the stones

we can allow a soft place to fall
when he or she or they or it shows up
I fell into the soft place
and it was good

juxtaposed perhaps?
the hard and the soft
or just sister parts of this
thing we call life?

today I honor the hard
the soft
the stones
and the soft places
I have gratefully fallen into