nectar

oh goddess!
oh sweet ecstasy!
i am on FIRE for you!!
i am blazing
drunk on your alcohol,
saturated by your nectar,
roaring & inextinguishable!

we are all a different translation of human existence

blessed be
the one who's heart sheds
like the arbutus tree.

ever unfolding,
like the uncoiling of the serpent
or the chrysalis of the butterfly,
all the metaphors
which teach my being to soar high.

the symbolic valentine expands,
the fiery life force offers a hand,
while the power of vitality births
my visions of life,
are constantly unearthed!

metamorphosis;
this existence
unravels me
like the aerial silk thread.

i hunger in this buffet only for more,
while the exquisite thirst & yearning
blast wide open all my doors.

life is my fountain of youth,
requiring a constant cajoling to drink
and trust the bitters of its vermouth.

fear is the comic catalyst to expand:
the siren communes symbiotically
with the sweet fruits of the land,
luring me deep, into the cavern within.

the lush forest of infinity
and the fairy tales of pan
each play a role
in the universal path
and cosmic plan.

linear time is short
in the labyrinth of corn-husks.
this vessel gallantly skips onward
doing all it must.

tapping the heads of cobblestone,
through puddles,
and o'er the lily pads it goes.
eternally into the rainbows,
for this quest is but
a scavenger hunt for gold.

the beauty is discovering
we are not mere beggars,
who accept only scraps -
every morsel is ore!

the secret is revealing
perception lies in translation -
we are all royal mortals!

so maintain your fluidity
and never surrender your ambidexterity
to the one who claims to have it all -
for that is the day
you will certainly fall.

a faint memory

sadness need not feel heavy,
it's simply another side of love

managing our energy

our voices are so powerful!
what is the fear surrounding our ability & choice to use them?
do we not trust we know when to use them wisely? perhaps we've been children holding raging chainsaws too many times. yes, i know i've been there.

is our fear ingrained so deeply, through history? are we fearing our demise, our decapitation of choice to be heard and ultimately, our death?

"someone will listen!!!" my heart cries out inside...

(in that very moment while writing, a woman near by said...)

"i wanted to punch him in the throat"

well, i guess not everyone will or can listen to what is being spoken.
...why not walk away then? why just sit there and hear, only to then bitch?

what is it which keeps us in our inner workings of rut, annoyance & rackets? of course it's us. but i mean beyond that? what is the underbelly of service to? even the individual boils down to the barrel of basics...

so much oppression & many power struggles.

oppression... a weapon of mass destruction, used to suffocate another, manipulate beliefs...
power struggles... not being heard, not being listened to, unmet needs fester

self respect,
there is enough love in this world!
step from lack & scarcity,
best of chance
in courageous authenticity!

the shadow

sometimes i experience being paralyzed, though its source is none other than internal.

my days extend heavily into the night, to get it all done.
my being shifts to one who is nocturnal
and heavenly slumber, is mainly burdensome.

who am i living to be?
what am i creating in me?
are my external judgments melting away?
am i living my life for me, each day?

overwhelm is on the forefront again.
balance Ange,
balance both hands.

i am perceived through that or distance.
fully present or in complete missing.
and in between, i lay on the ocean floor
while its waves and thrust effortlessly contain their force.

allowing me to feel me
they wait patiently for my signal to release.
they watch my wheels turn
and watch it all unwind.

they witness the process
never place doubt on that which is not theirs,
for we understand each other.

we are both learning from our place on the planet
what we are here to fully be.
so give and take
and primarily patience
are most at stake.

who am i to judge another when it is not my purpose or path to walk that existence?
no wonder we are always comparing ourselves to another.
my role is only to my 100% dedication: ME!
to go deep, deep, deeper within.

how may another know what is best or right?
their feedback only applies
like the generalities of my weekly horoscope,
no more than such
than the starry sky's broadcasting through light.

4am poetry inspiration

i felt the intensity, the pulling,
to crawl into bed with you.
oh, and the nasty things i'll do with you!
the ways i want to be with you!

my hands wrap around your every inch
my fingers will memorize your texture,
your topography.

my pelvis arches up
though you are not there to receive me.

i will wait patiently
for these early days to ripen
until i am beside you again.

til then,
my spirit swirls around yours.
beautiful hues surround you
golden weaving thread
i weave to you.

from my bed
sweet nectar flows.
from my garden
fertile grounds sew.

incubating patiently for the time when
cultivation will be,
on our menu
again.

upon waking...

there is really so much left to say.
my body speaks to me in the ways it knows i'll listen - my dreams - which have been flowing through vividly.

blogging took a back seat when i arrived back from Peru and for the past 3 weeks (exactly since being back) i've been blogging live to those around me.

but my dreams is where i'm going right now. 1st, i'll make a smoothie.
what am i avoiding to say? i'm not hiding, but there seems to be layers that arise through writing which don't always when i'm speaking.