Unchosen?

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Un-chosen, perhaps....

our ills, our lamentations
Our limitations
Or, have we chosen to be
chained to our
woes?

It's the way it's been done

for centuries
Until it is shown in a
way new
Until one who shows the
way
Is heard

May you be the way shower

for
yourself
Until you choose to take
the hand of the
one
Who can also show you
their way
and how it blends with
yours

Un-chosen, perhaps...

our cages and
chains
Or, are we there now
to find the
key
To cut the tether of
terror
Finally free of the festering
fear
that blocks our way
to our true selves

Un-chosen, perhaps....the

heartless ground
on which we cower upon
now
Un-chosen, perhaps, the shackles
on the ankles
of our dancing souls
Perhaps this ground, cold 
is the launching
pad
The sacred place of our soon to
be birthed
Chosen way

Perhaps the dance steps are

growing
in the womb of
peace and possibilities
right now
This very moment

perhaps......

Perhaps, we will know no

lamentations or
limitations
One Fine Day
It is my choice to know this
is true
To the depths of my soul
I know you know
it too
Perhaps you will choose this
way
One fine day

Me...Phoenix

 

In the night I hear it

the wings reborn

Rising, lifting, stretching

open wide

She has risen once again,

my soul as a

Phoenix

 

Reborn in the night

Sending my flames and

light

out over the spaces so

dark

See me LIVE in the

fire of my soul

The beacon messenger

aglow in the

midnight

Alive in the half day

waiting to dawn

 

As a Phoenix

rising

My soul is reborn

in the deep night of a dark

forest

And I know, to the depths of

my self

That I, too,  am that Phoenix

rising

 

In the night I hear it

the wings reborn

Rising, lifting, stretching

open wide

She has risen once again,

ME...... as a

Phoenix

Your Rainbow..... Blue

The walls of this bottle
contain the air we breathe
the love we share....
the lines I have written
for you
The lines I live are the air
I breathe
I breathe it for you
I breathe it with you

In a bottle blue I placed my
words....
my heart
I handed them to you with
peace and trust
Lines living in a bottle
birthed in my heart.....beating
deeply
Displayed in the blue bottle
illuminated in the sun
A rainbow rising......an arch of
blended blues upon the wall
So many varied soft hues
for you
to feel, for your eyes
to behold
Breathe in the rainbow
blue

Breathe in the rainbow blue,
my love
Let it fill your lungs
Feel the air we breathe live
and expand
in your lungs, aching
We are breathing the same air
Yet, I feel your heart
breaking
Lying on the floor in pieces
so blue
Reflected in the sun's setting
are the pieces of a heart
so humble and strong
Look up to the wall, my love
there, on this wall
is your rainbow..... blue
Breathe in the rainbow
blue

A heart breaks as a bottle
cracks
In moments when it can no
longer contain
itself
In the bursting, the breaking
is an awakening...a rebirth
An understanding
A bottle, as a heart, owns no walls
Knows no limits
When it fills, it replenishes
in the burst wide open and free
Presenting as a rainbow
for your soul to
see

Breathe the air, my love
Live without walls or worries
Live as a rainbow
Burst out in deep breaths
upon the soft air
we breathe
Displayed as a reflection
of the sun shining
on the tears
and the tender mercies
you have known in
this life
Become blended in the many
varied soft rainbow blue
hues
Of all of you
Breathe in your rainbow blue,
my love

Hear Me Sing

I found the one inside of me
who wants to sing out there... loud
She allowed herself to get lost
in the crowd
Now, the sea of souls has parted
And she has returned, no longer
departed
From her true desire
She's out there on the high wire
Singing....can you hear me?
Hear me SING!

In the night I sing of day
In the day I sing of night
The two shall meet perfectly
In the dawning of the singing me
The sunrise meets the sunset
As I sing with my self my duet
Lost now found
Flying high on the ground
I am singing....can you hear me?
Hear me SING

Found myself in an unwritten song
it has yet to be created in the long
set of the sun and the rise of another
Birthing it, I am its mother
I am singing, can you hear me?
Hear me SING

The song shall be titled simply "Me"
As I own the duet sung in synergy
with myself singing
The message of love I am bringing
Shall be heard by all who can
understand
Like footprints in the sun lit sand

There for a flying moment.... fleeting
Soon the footprints are retreating
back to what they once were
The song yet to be composed
In a moment in the sun..... transposed
As the moment of song gently sets
To make way for the one not created
yet

I am singing, can you hear me?
Here.....me..... singing!!!

Sacred Season

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My heart knows the growing time
of the Spring
In the dark morning it reminisces
and remembers
Recalling
bright days growing longer and
lighter....
warmer
As does my heart grow lighter
and warmer
in the memory of the
Spring time

Sacred season of rooting in
Sacred season of hope
Scared season of the sun's
return
Sacred season of my growth

My heart prepares for the time
of rest
Winter blowing in, deep freeze
of feelings
Deep introspective awareness
Deep peace, deep process
Insulated, blanketed
Under the accumulating snow fall
of my life
Wind chill
Keeping me still
Near a fire in the hearth
and the fire of Spring sparking in 
my heavy heart

Come, oh Spring and warm me
Sacred season of new awakenings
Sacred season of the thaw
Scared season of brooks beginning to
once again babble
Sacred season of me...
thawing
sprouting
becoming
growing

Wrapping Round our Weathered Souls

The steam rising off
the river
Reminds me of the ghostly
vapors of
spirits.... lingering
Warmer than the
weathered
souls
around them
Rise, they do, yet never
to ascend fully
Here for moments
or millennia
Time is a trap for
a ghost

Love rises like this

Warmer than us, here

lingering

Fingered vapors wrapping

round our weathered

souls

Never quite letting us

go

 

For the linger of love
lives in the rivers
running between us
We rise repeatedly
But do we ever ascend
fully?
Or are we lost in the linger
of moments for
millennia?
The ghosts of  lost loves
often linger
Here... above the river
of our lives

Love rises like this

Warmer than us, here

lingering

Fingered vapors wrapping

round our weathered

souls

Never quite letting us

go

The DayRise with Dan

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My most precious moments of any day rise begin as soon as I place the ear buds into my grateful ears. I wonder what song may find them this particular morning, and how my words will find the pages here, in this blog.
My day dawns with the wisdom of my mentor vibrating via his beautiful voice...such range and emotion emitting from his throat chakra. Couple that with his poetic liquid lyrics rolling as ancient scrolls sent from the Universe which contain the secrets to life. All we need do is integrate those vibrations with our own. Meld them, mix them, allow them to teach us. For, I know that at the core of Dan's work was his truth, his reality in any given moment. He had the unique and special gift to paint poetic word pictures with all genres of music. I love how we can feel and sense where he was in his walk here on the planet by absorbing the energy of the albums he gifted us with. They are indeed souvenirs and energetic photo albums..... his-story books for us to delve into.

Yesterday, while in meditation, a deep gift of long sought awareness came to the forefront. I will allow this to be true and I accept the challenge and the gift with humbled heart and honored hands. These hands, mine....they know the fingers that fly over the keyboard here, in the half light in my half dark bedroom in the day rise with Dan.

Bring on the castles which are being constructed energetically and in due time. My plate is full, my garden grows lush and lovely. My words are my tribute to the man who knew my soul well before I did. He still does. He always will as I meld and mix my word vibrations with his.

It is my humble hope that when you read my words, you connect to them in any way you need to. Many have shared with me that they see themselves here, in these lines. They meet the sway of the cadence and the flow. They recognize the steps to the dance of their lives. If I assist one person in owning any kind of awareness of any sort, then I know I have honored my soul mentor, Mr. Daniel Grayling Fogelberg.

It is also my hope that Dan's soul knows I have been found between the worlds I traverse.....those of men, those of make believe, those of pain, those of joy, those of heartbreak, those of the most perfect love. We are constantly meandering through dimensions and decisions. The decision I made to begin this adventure of awareness with him daily has been so very important in so many ways. Thank you, dear Dan. Those words seem insufficient, but the vibration of them is pure, peaceful and precious to me.
You are precious to me.