Fine Art, Fine Line

 

 

 

The finer art of love

The nuances, the

idiosyncrasies

The passion play

The making

The breaking

The making up

The breaking up

 

The art of fine love

The art of love, fine

The final art of love

The final act of love

The fine line of love

and lust

and hate

and trust

 

Lines in a play of passion

Rehearsed

Coerced

Playing with passion's lines...

The angles and the curves

The angels and the craves

The demons and the devils

The diamonds and the demise

 

The finer art of love

The nuances, the

idiosyncrasies

The passion play

The making

The breaking

The making up

The breaking up

 

there is a land......

there is a land

or so they said

it is full of magic

it lives in your head

anything you want it to

be

so it shall be

the land of imagination

the door to any fantasy

 

once upon a time

the first lines to any story

birthed from the desires

of your soul

you, bathed in all that glory

 

what will you birth from 

your land of wonder

will it be wealth or peace

or another world to plunder

 

for me, it is connections

love sprung from my psyche

deep and moist in the soil

of the forest supporting me

 

me, as a tree high and towering

standing above touching the clouds

a headdress of leaves adorn me

rooted in to my mama, proud

 

come and be a tree with me

tangle up your roots with mine

live with me in my imagination

two trees in love, side by side

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once Upon OUR Time

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

 

 

Once upon a time there was a woman

alive in the wood.... deep

She spoke to the trees and the owls

Their stories and secrets she did keep

 

They told her of the coming of energy

From the air, sea and mystic lands

Rising, landing and entering

to assist the plight, the battles at hand

 

We are not alone on our spinning mother

We've got partners... Universal

The time is here, they are here

This is no longer a dress rehearsal

 

Enter... messages from realms of make believe

The wooded woman shall share the downloads

Channeled through in tones and song

Opening up possibilities, portals and new roads

 

We'll travel this journey then, together

Healing wounds of time and disconnection

Healing the Earth and taming her stormy weather

Replacing fear with love, a successful intervention

 

One man's make believe is another man's reality

This is the way of the Woman of the Wood Deep

Once upon OUR time is here, right now

The knowledge ready to drink after eons of steep

 

Sharing the wisdom of the ghostly bird nested in the pine

Here we go, now.....this shit's getting real

Open your minds to new information

Cuz from "make believe" comes the true reveal

 

No change in our appearances

Enlightened souls still housed in our "body suits"

The change will be in our consciousness

As in the ways of pure love we become more astute

 

Welcome the influx of this blended energy

From the air, sea and mystic lands

Rising, landing and entering

Purging the plight...banishing the battles beforehand

 

 

 

Alone

Waking up alone!

Stirring my coffee as my soul

also stirs

 

In love with myself

In the wood

alone!

 

Overindulgent? Crazy? You say.....

So be it

I revive and become more alive

 

alone

 

Once in a while I seek

the company

of me.....alone

 

Day breaks

Heart mends

Messages are retrieved and sent

 

Alone

 

A reason to give love to myself

I do not need, I am enough

A place, however, yes

 

This place is open, widely

it is green now

And hot and steamy....as am I

 

Wide Open

Green

Hot

Steamy

Me

ALONE!!!!

 

Woman in the woods

Nothing is more beautiful

In love with herself

alone

 

As The Wood Slowly Stirred

Life stirs slowly on this morn, cool and crisp
Life.... the sleepy bear awakening from long slumber in her
safe, warm earth cocoon
Black crows lurking like long winged shadows
Boldly shriek in chaotic cacophony
Owing their tree top...swaying as the branches support
their cantankerous bodies
Sharply stating "mine, mine...stay away, mine!"

The Shaman of the woods, wise Woodpecker drums in repeated
frenzied beat
Taking my brain on a journey deep on this day also
deep
The drumbeat calls to the sun, as she hides behind the
muddled white cloud cover
Shine here, later, she will....when she too, wakes
on this morn cool and crisp

Awaken...soul cool and crisp as the morn
Awaken!
Shaken awake am I as the wood slowly
stirs

Winged wind creature awaited me...as she hung like a sweet, delicate
fuzzy fruit from a gentle branch
Tiny toes inserted between the netting
so sweet and soft in her slumber
Faced the daylight, she did, to tell me of my darkness
soon to be revealed
The dark depths of my mother, the Sea
awaited me in ways never before
expressed
In the reveal, the revolution whispered to my
soul these past years
Now becomes my melded mission
They surface soon....
Prepare, prepare!
This bat, mysterious and magical
followed me to make sure
I knew this is real
Pay attention, woman....you see me
Honor me, for I faced the light,
leaving my darkness to gift you.....honor
me
Watch me fly, watch my webbed wings open
for you
Webbed ones live in the Sea too
This you know...the time has come to own
it

Gaze drawn to the brambles.....the she sun
shining to the spot I must visit
She shines to show me the way I must
travel
Obey I must, I do
There...in the clearing pristine....
the bones of the deer
From the death comes the rebirth
Honor the bat, the bones, the wings and the
wind
Your gift... the faceted vertebra....leave the others....
do not touch
The command whispered clearly in my head

And then, the wind did visit me
High, she sang....in the tops of the trees
the Crows gone now, flown away in the sun
lest they be seen fully before they
wished to be
Brief and bold, she spoke to me
Be still, Harmony....you are in the correct place. Honor you
I do....if you can accept such honor deep and safe

Thank you, bat, bones, wings and wind
I hear you
I feel you
I touched death in the bones
I allow new life of the Sea
Surface.....
I prepare myself

Shaken awake, my soul, as the wood slowly
stirred

Undefined

Love.....how do you define it?

Is it the racing pulse you feel when you see him or think of her?

Is it the deep stir in your loins that wakes you in the night?

Is it the knowing you are not alone?

Is it in the face of the newborn you created?

Is it long, deep conversations about the past and the future?

Is it the stillness between the words?

Is it the glance across the room?

Does it go away when the relationship ends?

Does it still live in the death of promises?

Was it worth the sacrifice?

Of course it was

An undefinable word, LOVE

Let us live in it without definition

Let it not define us or them

Let it diminish definition

and open doors to a life lived

Undefined

 

Settle For Less?

What is settled can remain undisturbed for a very long time. Have you settled for a certain way of life in the past and this needs to be re-examined?  Do you need a good soul stirring, a reconnection with your true self? Guess what, your true self shifts and changes and grows....when is the last time you checked in with you???

Perhaps you need to disturb what has settled, just a little bit?

Over this long weekend as you gather with friends and family, find some time to gather with YOU. Have a conversation with this friend of yours.........you may be surprised what you discover!

Sent with love!

~harmony

Give and Let Give

I gave some love away
today
I read a future yet
untold

And I was gifted to meet
a soul... wise and old

Shared my love with you
and her
In return I enjoyed clear sight
where prior it was clouded

In the clarity I saw 
my own future become de-shrouded

I needed a hug
in the midst of recent strife
A stranger entered
with news and opportunity

As I accepted this gift
I caught a glimpse of my own divinity

Give it away and it shall
return to you
Covet it and it
meets an untimely dimise

In the giving you will transform and grow
more than your soul could ever surmise

Once upon a time is now
Plant the seeds, reap what you sow
As you spread your love and give it away
your garden of giving will grow